What’s up Oakland. Or at least I think she got the city name right. Sarah and Anneliese thought she said Berkeley. Either way what I do know is that the show kicked ass and I am way more Britney obsessed than I expected.
We took the BART over to Oakland and within a few stops of Oracle Arena the BART was already filled with drunk skanky girls (and a few drug along boyfriends). We all swarmed off of the train and toward the concert. There the trouble began. For some reason they were letting in people at the rate of about .5 people per minute. This is how riots begin. In fact riots did begin. Sarah got clocked in the head by drunk skank #1 from the train who was trying to smack skank (not drunk) #2 for cutting in line. Then people start breaking through the barricades. This was all of course during the Pussycat Dolls opening act which we missed. Sorry mom – no “Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me”.
Got in finally and got a drink finally and got to our seats finally and the circus began. Literally. What an awesome concert theme. Sarah kept saying “well at least the producers knew they couldn’t rely on Britney’s talent alone” so the circus acts like acrobatics and hula hoop girl and dressed in pink guys catching dressed in pink girl flipping. And the music sounded just like the CD because let’s face it Britney was definitely lip synching.
Here’s the most embarrassing/awesome thing about the concert. I thought to myself “oh Britney concert – that’ll be entertaining and laughable”. And then I got there and I. Was. Obsessed. I must have said at least three times “I can’t believe she is right there in the same room as us”. I screamed until my throat hurt. I thought more times than that “I love her”. I love her and her trashy, barefoot in bathrooms, cheeto eating, soda drinking, skanky clothes wearing self.
Help!