Apparently, She Loves New York ... and Me

Screw L.A.

The real countdown to Confessions has begun! Only fifty days remain until Madge comes to town and sings I Love New York in Madison Square Garden. Live. For the first time.

It's sure to raise the fucking roof and melt everyone's fucking brains. Can you handle it?!?

And because it's worth repeating, let me continue the delusional myth that the song was inspired by yours truly.

When in Lisbon to see Re-Invention in 2004 (a re-telling of which I will get to in a few weeks as part of my award-winning Visit with the Queen series), I wore this shirt:

When you get past the wearer's bulging pecs and palpable masculinity, you'll notice the traditional "I [Heart] New York" logo is written in Hebrew. As a foreigner traveling abroad, I thought it would be a nice homage to my hometown and a nod to Esther's (nee Madonna) spiritual journey.

Genius, no?

There we were, in the V.I.P. section of the Atlantic Pavilion in Lisbon, Portugal, of all places, two people deep from the stage, standing precisely where Madonna spent most of Her performing time. (I had thoroughly cased out the show in New York, natch.)

During the concert, not only did She see the damn shirt, She acknowledged it.

Okay, not so much acknowledge it as do a double-take to see what it said. I have witnesses.

Okay, ONE witness. But a good one.

You mean to tell me She wrote I Love New York while She was in town a few months prior, or so She claims? Pshaw! My shirt sealed the deal.

I don't need credit. I don't need money. I know where I stand.

As muse.