Being agnostic, I do not, of course, believe in life after love. I did, however, survive the Cher concert, perhaps just a bit more gay now than I was yesterday.
And oh my gosh! She changed her clothes like 17 times (or so Rob tells me ;-)). She must have a crack team of ex-special ops (who were dishonorably discharged) behind the sceans forcing her through the fabric, rhinestones, and wigs (what little there was of covering fabric, though). For a nearly naked woman, she sure does get a lot of gay attention.
Ah, and Rob enjoyed it. That's what is important, more important than my Vegas-phobia and dislike for the music. I will say this: of them all, all the gay icons, I think Cher is one of the best. At least she has a noticeable sense of humor about it all. She pulls off unabashed without coming off as insufferably pretentious, and can joke about being a 62 year-old woman in a glittery thong. I can respect that.
And at least I got to see the human body exhibit (alas, Switch, no star trek but there's no way I'd get Rob into a uniform :-)). The exhibit was wonderfully interesting, and a bit creepy. I've describe, in part, my views on what's to be respected in human life, in a human body. This exhibit though felt like a bit of like walking under a ladder: there's nothing wrong with displaying the human body for education, but it still falls in a realm that's ripe with superstition. Still, glad we went.