Don't know if this has been posted yet but I found it an interesting read. Elle on spending some time with Asia and Gaga, it explains the burgers Gaga sent the press etc.
http://www.elle.com/news/culture/meeting-lady-gaga
Feel free to thread it if you haven't yet.
When you receive a text message that reads, "May have an opp for you to go and meet Lady Gaga and go to concert tomorrow night. Any interest?" you'd be a fool not to say yes. So, without much hesitation, last Thursday I embarked on a boondoggle to Philadelphia that included a party bus, a hospitality lounge full of branded Gaga sliders (and all-you-can-drink Absolut cocktails), second row seats, and 10 minutes with the Mother Monster herself. The following is a by-the-minute recap of the events that transpired:
2:42 pm
I am running down 8th Avenue in 4" heels looking for a white Coachman bus in which four other members of the press are impatiently awaiting my arrival. They got there at 2:30 pm, the time at which we were expected.
3:00 pm
My MacBook tumbles off of my lap. It becomes abundantly clear that the 100 miles to Philadelphia are paved in potholes.
3:02 pm
After a particularly violent divot in the road, a journalist from an unnamed media outlet screams, "We are all going to die!"
3:21 pm
I go ahead and sample a cobb wrap from a platter of sandwiches that is threatening to humpty dumpty itself all over our "party bus."
3:22 pm
I remember I hate blue cheese, eat wrap anyway.
3:23 pm
I remember I am on a diet.
5:00 pm
We arrive at the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia. Phew!
5:05 pm
I remove the plaid shirt I am wearing to reveal a fringed Maje tank top; confirm that I am the only one, in fact, bringing it.
Photo: Courtesy of Justine Harman
5:06 pm
We cut a line of costumed Little Monsters who have been waiting to enter the arena for hours. I actually hear people "boo" and "hiss." It may be the first time, in the history of the world, that anyone has actually said "hiss" as a result of being peeved.
5:37 pm
I am underneath the Artpop stage. A man by the name of Winky is guiding our group through a labyrinth of "quick change" rooms and elevator shafts that connect to the performance arena: a 110-foot-long acrylic highway suspended 10 feet above the floor. (Some stats: The Artpop concert comes into town courtesy of 21 trucks; Gaga has anywhere between 12 and 14 dancers a show; it takes three hours to pack up her costumes, which include a Medusa-style octopus outfit, gilded wings, countless wigs, rubber boxing shoes, and a gown about as long as a football field.)
5:50 pm
Gaga arrives with her black French bulldog, Asia, in tow (see below for mind-blowing cuteness). The singer is wearing a hip-length brown wig parted in the middle, Lennon-style glasses, a plaid shirtdress, lace-up platform booties, and no pants. "Straight to the bar," she observes of her pup, who beelines for the VIP-only Absolut-sponsored ice bar, which will serve 26 lucky patrons during this evening's concert.
Photo: Courtesy of Instagram
5:51 pm
Lady Gaga serves up a firm handshake. For lack of anything cool to say, I compliment her on her vice-like grip.
5:51:10 pm
She thanks me and then adds, "I've been doing business since I was 19."
5:51:12 pm
I attempt a response, but realize that instead of speaking intelligibly, I am actually fear slurring.
5:53 pm
I ask LG if she is able to see the audience during the show. "I can see everyone," she tells me. For some reason unknown to mankind, I press her on the fact and ask if she ever sees someone and thinks to herself, 'Oh, that guy is weird'? "You think I think people are weird?" she retorts. My mind flashes to meat gowns and egg pods.
5:53:05
More fear slurring.
5:56 pm
I try to tempt Asia off of her perch next to her mom with prolonged eye content and subtle lip pursing. Lady Gaga can sense the seduction and pulls the dog closer to her.
5:59
Photo time! Lady Gaga puts her "paw" up, so I put my "paw" up. It's embarrassing. It's also being held hostage by Team Gaga so the group shot (I am on the far left!) will have to suffice. (Damn it. I should have never put my paw up.)
Photo: Brian Samuelson Photography
6:15 pm
I am back in the hospitality tent congratulating myself for keeping my cool.
8:05 pm
The first of many Gaga sliders hits my gullet.
Photo: Courtesy of Justine Harman
9:00 pm
ELLE associate editor Seth Plattner and I are off to find our seats, which happen to be so close to Gaga that I worry she might see what we're doing—which is drinking 25 oz. Bud Light Limes—and think we're "weird." Even though she promised she wouldn’t.
Photo: Courtesy of Justine Harman
9:27 pm
The show starts with, what else?, “ARTPOP." We then segue into dazzling renditions of "Just Dance," "Poker Face," "Telephone," "Do What U Want," and my personal favorite, "Applause." I've never been to a Lady Gaga concert before and I am truly floored. During our chat, Gaga told us that the concert should feel as if someone has drilled "a hole into the back of your brain," and it's true—for the hour or so she is playing I am transfixed, transported, and transformed. I am screaming lyrics to songs I didn't know I knew and jumping up and down to songs I thought I hated. She told us that she wanted the performance to feel "less like I was singing at you" and more like "I'm singing with you, dancing with you, raving with you." When I’m old and gray, I can’t wait to tell my grandkids about that time I raved with Lady Gaga. And neither of us were wearing pants*.
I was fooled too!! It probably because it's lime green that a bright light on it makes it look lighter in color.
