#70...Las vegas comes to Reading, Pa. continues..

So the big night arrives, and I fret about what to wear. (Some things you never grow out of.)

I mean really, what does one wear to a farewell tour ....of Cher...in Reading. After all, it is a special occasion...I mean, come on!..it's Cher for Chrissakes!...and it is her farewell tour!...but..

it is in Reading. 

Somehow, I just can't wrap my mind around it - I just can't put the two together..it's like wearing plaid and florals together..or flannel and feathers with leather and sequins - actually, it's a lot like wearing flannel and leather and sequins...some things just have to be done with finesse..and curiously, the people of Reading already know how to do this.

Pictures of the locals flood my mind - Christ!  I don't even have one tattoo...or matching nascar baseball cap...

I don't own leather pants..or boa's..or sequins..or plaid flannel shirts..(okay, I have flannel sheets but that doesn't do me any good...) I worried that I would surely be shown up, by the biker chicks and the gay men and the nascar fans in the audience.  I'm already in a complete tizzy when it dawns on me - Oh God! I'll even have to wear my glasses if I want to see anything!..I'll look so...old...so...mature...soooo totally uncool!

But of course, I will want to see everything.....this being Reading and all - and Cher is in town..

Finally, I decide to go the incognito, the inconspicuous route. I settle on jeans, a white shirt, a kakhi jacket, and comfortable brown suede sandals and of course, my glasses. I didn't want to miss the show, (and I'm not talking about Cher, here) ...it's a look that, I think, says - yuppie..

Okay, I'm lying.  It's a look that says, I'm comfortable.

I'm fortysomething.

Dammit. I've earned the right to wear elastic waistbands.

It also says:  Listen, I'm just a fly on the wall here... Entertain me.

- you too, Cher...

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