So guess whose naked bum I recently saw!? LADY GAGA'S!!!
How did it feel? The concert, not her ass. Well, something like this.
And this.
And a little this at times.
And it all made me do lots of this.
Mmk, got my reaction gifs quota for the day. Onto my pictures (stolen from my friends, since my camera took too much viagra and the lens is stuck up):
The stage:
Not sure how she shipped her Gaga castle here, but it was pretty sweet.
The crowd:
A surprisingly high percentage of dudes. Obviously, Gaga has a huge following from the gay community, but I couldn't believe that there were probably just as many guys as girls in attendance.
The props:

This motorcycle had a piano on it, which she played for us.
Also here is a couch. Made out of Lady Gaga's ex boyfriends, named Alejandro, Roberto, and Fernando.
And here is a gay orgy on said couch.
The creepy Lady Gaga head for when she needed to change outfits in between songs.
The outfits:
Not pictured: the meat outfit. Also not pictured in props: the meat grinder she shoved herself into while her dancers "cranked" her out.
The outfits we wore:
Please note my trucker hat with "TAIPEI" obnoxiously bedazzled across the front, my shirt of a tiger wearing a top hat with excessive sequins and diamond eye balls, silver leggings (WORN AS PANTS EWWW) with pink tennis shoes, and fake pink glasses.
We did not plan on all wearing bling-ed out tiger shirts and had no idea that we all had tiger tops until the day of the concert. MOST AWESOME COINCIDENCE EVER.
Victoria bought a flashing Gaga bow outside the concert.
Dinner before the concert at a BBQ with Abe, who sadly could not attend the concert.
Striking poses of awesome.
Now, this is my first official concert I've gone to in Taipei. Concerts here are weird. First of all, we had a dinner at a BBQ place before the concert and we took our sweet time getting to the concert, figuring that if it started at 7:30, Gaga wouldn't come on until 9:30 or so. I even took the next morning off from work assuming I'd be out all night. But, when we got there at 7:45, Gaga was already singing. Whoops! Turns out it ended at 9:30.
Next of all, in typical Taiwan style, we got some "road beers" before the concert and no one cared that we brought them in with us. Let me first explain the amazingness of these so-called "road beers". In Taiwan, you can drink anywhere. Seriously, anywhere. Before we go out, we often stop at 7-11s and buy beer and drink it outside the store, looking seedy as hell. Few Taiwanese people actually do this, but many foreigners take advantage of the lax laws. People often leave night clubs and bars and buy beer from 7-11, drink it outside, then walk back to the club. There's a 7-11 near a bar that is often populated by foreigners that we name "Club 7" since there are almost more foreigners drinking outside of it than in the club itself.
Anyway, the concert people totally let us bring in our own beer. Now that I think of it, I don't even think they sold any beer at their concert.
And, no one checked our tickets. Our tickets were the third cheapest tickets (though still really freaking expensive!!) but we think we sat in seats better than what our tickets were. I don't know. No one showed us where to sit or checked our seats, we just sat down randomly.
Since it is a Gaga concert, of course there should be much dancing (and the road beers only amplified that desire). So once we got in and found our seats that weren't really our seats, we threw our stuff down and jumped on top of our chairs to get our groove on. But the workers came by and told us to get off the chairs. Ok, fair enough. So we stood up and watched the concert. Until the workers came by and told us to sit down. Um, wut. Sitting down? At a concert? WHAT? The Taiwanese people around us all sat down and people behind us complained. Seriously? Who sits down at a concert? I mean, this isn't a Mozart symphony, it's fucking Lady Gaga. She commanded us all to Just Dance.
And finally, not really Gaga-related, but this picture was taken after the concert when we were on the MRT and it basically sums up Taipei for you. Men, proudly sporting their Hello Kitty man-bags. This is not uncommon whatsoever. I'm pretty sure I have more testosterone than some of these Taiwanese men.

























