My Life is Now Complete
Yes, that’s right. I have seen the Ultimate Manilow live in concert, in all the Copa Cabana glory. I sang, shouted, hollered, danced, and generally made a fool of myself in front of thousands of people. I can, however, at least find solace in the fact that I did NOT have yellow feathers in MY hair (nor is my name Lola), and since I’m not a showgirl, I managed to maintain some dignity. Thanks so much to my wonderful husband for fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of mine: getting down with the Man-i-Low himself! Rock on Barry!
