last week, they couldn’t all be winners...

this week? a new winner is crowned.

last night, i went to a taping of Michael Bublé at the Concert Hall and, by the time it was over and we were dismissed, it had become my new favourite Bravo! taping ever.

SO.

MUCH.

FUN.

both because of the show itself, and my equally fun company.

i walked into the event with moderate expectations. i enjoy michael bublé as much as the next person and figured he'd do a good job, but i’m not a rabid fan. certainly not as desperately rabid as a slew of the other women in the venue tonight. first of all, it was literally PACKED to the rafters. i’ve never been to a LATRH/ATCH taping with this huge an audience before, or one as fancily dressed as the folks in attendance tonight. i'm pretty sure some of the gals were wearing prom dresses. secondly, the rabid desperation crossed all sorts of social and generational lines. it was fascinating! there were many cougars on the prowl, plenty of breasts and lots of cleavage on display, and more than a few young things tarted up within an inch of their lives in the hopes (one assumes) of perhaps catching bublé’s eye and hooking up with the notorious womanizer after the show.

and, yes, he may be kind of smarmy, but wow... is he ever a fabulous entertainer.

bublé hosted the show and performed (a first for the series), and – for more than an hour – stayed on stage, crooned with his terrific 13-piece band, encouraged mayhem, took questions from the crowd, told stories, had sing-alongs with members of the audience, got his make-up artist to perform “summertime” (which she belted out SO beautifully!) while she touched up his powder, and generally had a blast. he was completely at ease and engaging and funny and charming, even when he veered into more risqué commentary and humour. (note: best comment heard after the show? “he won me over by being a lewd weirdo.”) thing is, michael bublé knows *exactly* what appeals to his audience, and he churns it out like a pro. he pleases his crowd.

as the taping ended, he had everyone in the at-capacity theatre in the palm of his hand... so much so that, when he enthusiastically urged everybody to get out of their seats (something that never happens at these tapings, EVER) and dance, WE ALL DID.

bublé began the evening by asking that everybody just relax and have fun. little did any of us know exactly how much fun would be had.

it was pretty awesome.