It's Britney, bitch.

I just got back from the Britney Spears concert!

It was freaking insane. More than 20,000 people showed up (the show was sold out). All the nearby restaurants and bars downtown were packed. The main street was also flooded with anti-gay protesters (thanks, Fred Phelps!) who held vicious signs and chanted prejudice remarks. For the most part, there were only two kinds of people there: girls like me (20-something and hot) or gay guys draped in hot pink boas.

Fortunately, my party arrived late enough to miss most of the Pussycat Dolls' performance.

The concert itself was like a box of Sour Punch straws. It was delicious, a little cringe-worthy at times, but overall a nice deviation from the normalcy of life.

There was one moment, when Britney was actually fully clothed (dressed in a light blue, silky belly-dancing costume) and for a tiny second, I felt 14 again. I saw Britney eleven years ago, when she had just come out with "...Baby One More Time." Dressed in a modest school girl uniform, she performed a few songs from her new album at our mall and signed autographs. I became her hugest fan. I even allowed myself to dress like her. But as soon as I got to college, she had become someone unrecognizable to me, and I let go. But when she performed "Baby" again tonight, lordy it took me back.

But the rest of the concert was stuff from her last three CDs, which I'm not too familiar with. But it was fun. And even though a few of her costumes were just downright hideous, it was pretty fab.



Now I want to go listen to "Oops!...I did it Again" and drink a Pepsi.