Stream of Consciousness Blogging: A Britney Fan Cookie

First things first, for I know you are all simply DYING to hear all about the Britney Spears concert last night. Especially Chi Town Girl, blognut, Pumpkin Delight, and my own dear sister, Katrine.

As you may recall, The Pussycat Dolls opened for her, but due to some serious traffic delays we missed all but the last 30 seconds of their performance. We sat in the nosebleed section, in the second to the last row of the Staples Center. However, we still had a good view of the stage although all of the people were the size of ants. The show was exciting and full of great dancing and visual effects. Britney obviously lip synced some of her songs, but for others the live band and the back up singers came out and she was clearly singing herself, but it wasn't bad. The one thing that left us dissatisfied was that they didn't show the performance on the huge monitors. Overall, we had a fantastic time and I'm glad we went!

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This morning there were 74 emails waiting in my in box. I couldn't believe the photo of my Britney tickets had stirred up such a fuss! Turns out, most of them came from somebody named "ed" who diligently went through many of my painstakingly, lovingly written posts and left thoughtful, witty, and lengthy comments. All in Chinese. Or likely another Asian language, although I am not able to distinguish. Hmmm. Then I tried to cut and paste a sample of this text for you but could not because every one of the words is a link to a pictures of very pretty Asian girls, along with another link to I-don't-know-what but I'm sure it isn't something I would be that interested in. I thought my word verification was supposed to protect me from these automated Chinese/Taiwanese/Thai robots! I feel so violated! Now I must go through each and every post and delete those comments, or forever remain the portal for Asian porn. Why, God, are you punishing me? Why me and my humble little corner of the www?

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The gap between my top right front tooth and the tooth next to it is set on growing from barely noticeable to a dark, gaping hole. I pop my retainer back in and it pushes my teeth back together, but a few minutes after taking it back out I notice the gap has gone back to its preferred size. It isn't really a big deal except that I spent the first twenty eight years of my life with teeth like these, so now that they are fixed I kind of want them to be perfect forever.

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Exiting the Staples Center last night was a bit humorous. My girlz and I were moving along in an enormous mass of Britney fans who incidentally mostly looked the same. We moved down a series of escalators and as we approached the bottom we realized that the crowd had stopped moving. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!

We slowly smashed directly into the people in front of us. The people to our rear smashed into us. And that's how we became the cream in the middle of a Britney fan cookie. I've never had so many nearly bare boobs mooshing into me from all sides!

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