Here I am in this this uniformish pantsuit sort of thing
Lasy night your (potentially) favorite boyfriendgirlfriend team had their socks rocked by Rufus Wainwright.
Pictured above with Brit pal Teddy Thompson who sang some ditties with him.
Wow's all I can say.
Well, not really.
I can say more.
The first half of the performance was really odd, avant-garde Rufus in a huge long cloak with a massive feathered collar piece and a five-plus foot train with creepy eye visuals and haunting piano.
Odd, but cool. I can dig it.
Unfortunately some dude in the 2nd row (we were in 4th -booyah) was loudly calling him inappropriate things
(yes, h's gay, get over it)
and made his poor wife leave in intermission between the avant garde piece and the regular kick ass performance.
Some people.
Luckily everyone else loved it.
He got a standing ovation and I dug his purple velour jacket and crazy green pants.
And his amazing, haunting, gorgeous voice.
