Michael Bublé’s biggest fan
A few months ago, I received an email announcing a one-night only digital concert showcasing the crooning talents of Mr. Michael Bublé at a cinema near me. As the self-proclaimed president of the Houston chapter of the Michael Bublé Fan Club, I marked my calendar by placing a huge red box and stars around the date. Then I constructed a handy countdown using Post-It notes.
Concert day finally arrived. I packed my big purse with your typical snack staples: apple slices, Reese’s peanut butter pumpkins, a Diet Dr Pepper and some gumballs. I scurried to the theater early in case crowds were going to be a problem. Luckily, only two people were in the stadium seats ahead of me. They were a darling elderly couple who had staked out the handicap row. I chose a seat directly in the middle.
Just when I started to reach points of bafflement that the grandparents and I were the only three people who would partake in the wonder that is a Michael Bublé performance, a gaggle of middle-aged women burst into the theater cackling like teenagers going to an actual concert. They set up residence in the row immediately behind me. I was most entertained by their wacky antics.
One woman insisted that the ladies not use their smart phones to look up the answers to the pre-show trivia questions. She was shocked to learn that Bublé had more than two holiday specials! Another one was surprised that Michael had a new album coming out in October. The other ladies gave her a much-deserved hard time for not being in the know.
As I smiled listening to the women try to remember the pronunciation of Michael’s Argentinian wife’s name, a trio of late-comers entered the theater just as the show began. Out of an entire empty theater, these yahoos sat right next to me on my row. The weirdo son who the parents probably drug out of the basement away from his rousing game of Dungeons & Dragons shared an arm rest with me.
I swear the mother was trying to get him to ask me out since we had all sorts of things in common like an appreciation for fake concerts and an infatuation with Michael Bublé.
I’ve seen Michael live in concert three times. He’s an incredible entertainer. He’s smooth, funny, charming and speaks my love language — sarcasm. I just checked my iTunes account and it says I have six hours and 36 minutes of Bublé music. ROAD TRIP!
For those of you who have yet to discover Bublé, here are a few videos that endeared Michael to me back in his early days:
And here are the songs you need to go download RIGHT NOW if you don’t already have them:
- His entire Christmas Album
- Me and Mrs. Jones
- That’s Life
- Feeling Good
- Georgia On My Mind
- Haven’t Met You Yet
- Save the Last Dance for Me
Please tell me that one of you saw the concert too. We can start a club and call ourselves the Bubleheads.