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I am enchanted. For months I have been looking forward to the glimmering hope of attending Michael Bublé’s show in Vancouver tonight, and through the miracle of ticket winning, that hope turned into a dream come true. And that was only the beginning for this girl…

After a long and whimsical set of one fantastic song after another, Michael and his uber-talented band kept the entire audience captivated. The encore came far too soon, but it was one I wouldn’t soon forget. As the crowd attempted to rush the stage, Bublé jumped down to walk amongst the crowd and lo and behold, so close to where Amy and I were seated. He gestured to me, took my hand and brought me up on stage as he serenaded all 13,000 of us with “Come Fly With Me.”

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The rest was a blur, and the next thing I knew we were wrapped up in his 500-thread count Opus Hotel sheets, making love. And as we laid there in afterglow bliss, bundled in plush white hotel robes while we each smoked a cigarette, he began to sing…

“‘Cause you are not alone…I’m always there with you. And we’ll get lost together…’till the light comes pouring through.”

Okay, not really, but a girl can dream, right?

Sometimes you have to use your imagination to distract yourself from irritating circumstances. The evening would have been perfect had it not been for the two drunken couples seated next to Amy and myself. They were quite obviously middle-aged couples from the suburbs, teenagers at home probably not tucked safely into bed, and had been drinking far too much prior to the show. The husband seated next to me didn’t seem to care much for his poor wife as he put his hand on my leg and breathed his ass-bourbon breath into my face.

As Michael began the key notes of “Me and Mrs. Jones,” the man proceeded to tell me that the song was about 50 years old and that he was 51.

“Wow…that’s a lot older than me,” I retorted back, rather stoically. I think he got the message.

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However, all in all, the night was like a fairytale come true. I was absolutely blown away by how much of a true performer Michael is. The interludes between each of his songs were near-stand up routines. The man’s a ham! Everything from sassy innuendo that made my heart go “ga-gung” to Stewie Griffin impersonations. Did I mention charming, sweet, funny, sexy and talented? I was glad to have had no expectations or preconceived notions about what his show would be like because it was such a delightful surprise with the start of each and every song. And of course, being a hometown Vancouver boy, he had to give a little bit of love to the Canucks and get the crowd revved up for the Stanley Cup.

I can’t remember the last time I had such a fantastic time at a live show. If ever you get the chance to see this man perform live, do not pass it up. It’s time well worth spent.

“I think I had a shit-eating grin on my face the entire time!” – Amy

Well Amy, here’s something that’s guaranteed to keep that grin there a little longer.

Need to see and hear a little crooning for yourself? Here’s a clip courtesy of YouTube and Warner Bros. Records.