Crazy in Love

Ok- so I've been somewhat of a blogging bum the past 2 weeks but nowwww I have SO MUCH blogworthy material I don't even know where to begin!! Aaah!

To start off, I'm gonna be honest people... I've been in a funky little funk the past week (emo wah wah stuff of which I will graciously spare the depress-o details) but today, Monday of all days, I am HIGH ON LIFE mothaf&"$%ahs!!! Can't stop singing, walkin' with a spring in my step, sans the standard Santiago stink-eye. Happy as a little clam.

WHY?!?!?

BECAUSE BEYONCE F-ING ROCKED MY WORLD!!!!!!!!! I'm not kidding- allow me to introduce to you her new #1 FAN: yours truly. I love her. I want to be her groupie. I want to be her BFF.

And this story is pretty f-ing awesome, so I urge you to retract your gag reflex and read along.

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So- last week, my <3 style="font-style: italic;">Movistar saying that he'd won 2 free tickets to the Beyonce concert (at.. Movistar Arena) on the 14th. I, naturally, thought it was a joke. Free things in CHile?? Free Beyonce tix?!? In CHile??? Me estay weveando!?!? He called the company who said that all he had to do was go to the Will Call area to pick them up before the show started. Hmm.. I just kept thinking that we were being Punk'd and we'd get there and get gakked on old-school-Nickelodeon style. But, mis amigos, t'was not the case. Not case case at all.

We go to pick up the entradas and then are taken to a little booth where a girl is waiting to "escort us to the VIP lounge." WHHHATTT?!!? Then-- a photographer from El Mercurio, Chile's most prestigious newspaper, kindly asks us if they can snap a photo of us for the Vida Social section. UH, DUH!! Please don't trip on my red carpet when I become famous. But seriously!?!? I was so excited- embarrassing actually. Poor LL. Duh- I was taking a million pictures and kept saying "OH MY GODDD!!" and smiling the token "drunk goon" smile the whole damn time. Did I care, hell no. It was AWESOME. And the concert hadn't even started.

But let's take a quick voyage back about 30 hours to Saturday morning. It's 12:00 and LL, Tomás, and I drive to the airport to pick up Tomás' GF who'd flown in to visit him from Nova Scotia (burr.). While waiting and wandering around, we hear buzz that miss B was landing and was gonna be making a quick appearance. Hmm, sounds more interesting than listening to the creep-o with Nuts-4-Nuts smeared all over his face talk to us. We casually, non-starstruckedly, meander to a special exit where all the press and paparazzi were hangin. Playin' it cool man. Well, they begin to block off the exit (word o' mouth spreads like fayah) and we pretend like we belong. I speak in English on purpose. Wait wait wait... annnnd, after a few backup dancers, and bodyguards the size of Shaq+theYeti, she emerges thru the door looking SMOKIN HOT in sky-high heels, shorts, a reallyf-ing cute hat, and Ray-Bans... all smiles, stops and says "hi" (Heyyy Giiiirl!!!) and casually walks to her SUV. OGM OMG OMG OMADFKGHÑ. She was SO cute and I immediately decided that we are going to be BFF. I love her. LOVE her.

Back to the VIP lounge. We walk in the door, flash our wrist bands, and are ushered into an awesomely DJ'd, free drink, free appetizer, haven for "people who are important." We feel cool. Actually, LL feels like an idiot because I'm an embarrassing wreck of excitement. Sry, it cannot be contained. It was unfortunate that it was Sunday night, or I would have aprovechado the hell outta those pisco sours and tequila sunrises...

We are there for about an hour before the attendants began to traipse around to each person saying, "it's starting!!" LL and I run (literally... now we are both embarrassing) to the cancha where Señorita Beyonce opens with: Crazy in Love. I AM CRAZY IN LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is so sexy. Her voice is outta this world. She is- a performer. I, indie music DJ extraordinaire, am not accustomed to concerts that are... shows. The lights, outfits, dancing- todo- was 100% captivating. And she was so adorable! Smiling, genuinely loving what she is doing, passionate, moved almost to tears seeing/hearing all of her fans volviéndose locos. You could feel, see her sincerity. As quoted by Publimetro this morning: there are 4 reasons why Beyonce is a diva- she truly sings, she is an incredible dancer, she knows how to put on a show, and she exudes sensuality. Exactly right on. Her voice gave me goosebumps. De verdad. And not to mention, last year , Forbes listed her 4th on its list of the 100 Most Powerful and Influential Celebrities in the world, 3rd on its list of the top-grossing musicians, and number ONE on the list of top Best-Paid Celebs Under 30 with over $87 million dollars in earnings between 2008 and 2009. You. Go. Girl. What a badass... There's a legit role-model for all you cabras chicas... And as mamallama states: "oh, she is just so classy." It's true.


So- if you are ever in the market to listen to an amazing voice, gawk at a sexy mamacita, and be generally entertained, I'd definitely recommend pony-ing up the plata and attending a concert of hers.

And if you use Claro, Entel or anything else but Movistar... I don't think I have to tell you what to do...