Reliving my teen years part 2
Ok, Ok, Ok, everyone has been asking how the concert was?
Did she look good?
Did she sing live?
Were your seats good?
First off, the girl never sings live - EVER. Did I mention she was chomping on gum during Womanizer? I guess you can't go to her concerts ever thinking you are going to get live vocals because you will be thoroughly disappointed.
Me: I don't understand why the Pussycat Dolls can dance their behinds off and sing live. Why can't she at least try and do that?
My friend Maureen put it best. "Allison, you are missing one key point. She can't sing and never really could. She can only dance."
Britney didn't even count to 10 live when her dancers did push ups for her. Why can you not count to 10 live? How hard is that?
And my other pet peeve was the fact that she didn't engage with the audience until after 5 or 6 songs, said hello Pittsburgh and she was going to slow things down and sing Everytime. Look, can you not talk to the audience at all? We all know you aren't singing so could you at least yell something random like Merry Christmas again or Happy New Year? Ugh.
What was entertaining were all the outfits at the concert. Clearly, it was overflowing with girls and gay men of all ages - girls dressed as Britney from the Toxic video, wearing short pink wigs and big sunglasses, dressed like hookers and then girls like us who were rocking homemade Britney t-shirts.
Overall, we all had a really great time reliving our teen years and singing along to her songs like ...Baby One More Time, Toxic and Slave For You. We had amazing seats, 6 rows from the floor and could really see her and her dancers, circus performers and the Pussycat Dolls up close.
The after party was the best part of the whole trip. After hitting a few bars and seeing some of the grossest make out sessions of our lives, we ended the trip with a cab ride home. No big deal, right? WRONG, when your cabby has a keyboard in the front seat.
If you think texting and driving is bad, you've never witnessed playing the keyboard and driving.
We asked him to play Britney Spears. He didn't know who she was. We asked him to play "Ain't too proud to beg" and he burst into the strangest version of it we've ever heard. (Truthfully, I don't even think he was playing Ain't too proud to beg, but we were laughing so hard we didn't care at that point.) A keyboard? In the front seat?
Only in Pittsburgh I guess.