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My first David Bowie concert. (Not counting the time I saw him live on Conan O'Brien, which was spellbinding.)

I would have been able to enjoy it reams, miles, fathoms, tons, heaps more had I not been misinformed about:

1. The weather.
2. The fact that it was an outdoor venue.

Because I was not aware of these things, I wore the new skirt my sister bought me, and spent the day both starving and freezing. Freezing. So cold. Not even Bowie could warm me. But he came pretty close. I think he's made out of magic.

I was telling Stephanie about how I spent the whole evening having this very sweet, innocent, pure fantasy that he and I were kissing. Sometimes kissing, and sometimes we'd join hands and fly. It was like a faerie tale. In retrospect, I think the cold may have been making me hallucinate.

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