On Saturday I attended the Prince concert. I am a huge fan of Prince so you may be surprised to find out that I both loved and was annoyed by his concert. Or maybe you aren't surprised, this is Prince we are talking about after all. One hour into the concert he proclaimed "Thank You very much and good night Ottawa" and I just about lost my mind. WHAT. One hour. You have to be kidding. Of course he came back. 3 times he came back. But I was annoyed. Why didn't he just play. Sing, play guitar, dance, that is what I came to see. Not to spend time begging him to come back out. Not to have him play snip-its and medleys of songs. Play man, for Gods sake, play.

Doesn't he know that I am one of his biggest fans. That I spent hours when I was a young teen dreaming that his tour bus would drive through my blue collar town. That he would stop, see me and proclaim I wanna be your lover . I would resist and he would beg, telling all about what my life would be like If I was your girlfriend. That he would whisk me away in his little red Corvette to Minneapolis where I would be his muse and he would spend his days telling me I was the most beautiful girl in the world . And his nights telling me he would die for me. We would go crazy and dance in the Purple rain.

Oh to be 12 years old again. I guess my image of him was changed slightly after the concert. I still think he is an amazing performer, genius song writer and musician. But he is human, not a god, just a man but still one sexy MF. That doesn't mean he won't find his way into my day dreams again. You never know when he'll come through Ottawa see me and beg Take me with you!