This happened in real life
Two nights ago all that existed between me and Britney Spears were three rows of chairs, a gate, and two security dudes. Not to mention SEVERAL pounds of glitter, paper, a lot of pyrotechnics, and plenty of dances.
BUT YES. You are reading this correctly (I think). Monday night I was in the FOURTH ROW at a Britney Spears concert.
I’m just gonna let that sink in.
My sister called me a month ago and was all, “Do you want to see Britney Spears with me?” And I’m like “OF COURSE.” Then she asked if Kim would want to go, to which I replied with an equally enthusiastic OF COURSE. And then she mentioned that she’d just buy the tickets for us without us having to pay her back, and I kind of died.
I intentionally didn’t ask her where the seats were because I didn’t want to get lost in fantasy lala-land. I just assumed they were decent, because she’s picky, but not incredible, because that would be so nuts. At dinner, like twenty minutes before the show began, I asked where they were.
“Oh, somewhere on the fourth row.”
WHAT.
So after getting over that initial, unexpected, and most stellar news (I’m not sure I’m over it yet, actually), we happily skipped a few blocks down to the venue and prepared ourselves for the greatness that would unfold. Both Kim and I are unabashed in our belief that Britney is THE pop star of our generation. You know, Elvis, Madonna, Janet, etc. — there are those pop stars that exist for each group of people. Britney is it. Beyonce is achingly close, and I would be just as excited to see her, but Britney and I go back to like age 12, when “…Baby One More Time” came out and my mom was all “Is this a black girl singing?” and I was like “Does it matter?”
Anyway, we skipped, we drank, and we sat. These absolutely amazing, and by “amazing” I mean my new role models for life, DJs/song-writers/Aussie (maybe British?) twins opened the set. They’re called Nervo, and I’m still not entirely sure what they do, exactly. I just know they have my dream job:
Nicki Minaj, who is one of Kim’s personal heroes, came out next. We listened to the album on the way up so I’d have some sense of familiarity with it, because I was shamefully very uneducated in the ways of Ms. Minaj until last night, so I knew I’d love it. However, I did not REEEALIZE the degree to which we would dance throughout her set. This brings me to the first time I’ll ask this question: how can you pay money for a NICKI MINAJ/BRITNEY SPEARS concert and… sit in your sit? Or worse, stand up but just vacantly stare at the performer?
It. Blows. My. Mind.
It’s not even the amount of money I know some people must have spent — if we had been seated in nosebleed section we would have been dancing just as hard. But when you think that some people spent hundreds of dollars on their tickets (you know it happened) and then just sat there, barely smiling, it really…puts a lot into perspective.
Like some people can’t party. You know who can? BRITNEY JEAN SPEARS, y’all:
BUT YES. You are reading this correctly (I think). Monday night I was in the FOURTH ROW at a Britney Spears concert.
I’m just gonna let that sink in.
My sister called me a month ago and was all, “Do you want to see Britney Spears with me?” And I’m like “OF COURSE.” Then she asked if Kim would want to go, to which I replied with an equally enthusiastic OF COURSE. And then she mentioned that she’d just buy the tickets for us without us having to pay her back, and I kind of died.
I intentionally didn’t ask her where the seats were because I didn’t want to get lost in fantasy lala-land. I just assumed they were decent, because she’s picky, but not incredible, because that would be so nuts. At dinner, like twenty minutes before the show began, I asked where they were.
“Oh, somewhere on the fourth row.”
WHAT.
So after getting over that initial, unexpected, and most stellar news (I’m not sure I’m over it yet, actually), we happily skipped a few blocks down to the venue and prepared ourselves for the greatness that would unfold. Both Kim and I are unabashed in our belief that Britney is THE pop star of our generation. You know, Elvis, Madonna, Janet, etc. — there are those pop stars that exist for each group of people. Britney is it. Beyonce is achingly close, and I would be just as excited to see her, but Britney and I go back to like age 12, when “…Baby One More Time” came out and my mom was all “Is this a black girl singing?” and I was like “Does it matter?”
Anyway, we skipped, we drank, and we sat. These absolutely amazing, and by “amazing” I mean my new role models for life, DJs/song-writers/Aussie (maybe British?) twins opened the set. They’re called Nervo, and I’m still not entirely sure what they do, exactly. I just know they have my dream job:
They were followed by the equally amusing and amazing Jessie and the Boy Toys. I wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan of Jessie & co., but I was a BIG TIME fan of the male couple in the section next to ours who were absolutely DYYYYING over the Boy Toys.
Nicki Minaj, who is one of Kim’s personal heroes, came out next. We listened to the album on the way up so I’d have some sense of familiarity with it, because I was shamefully very uneducated in the ways of Ms. Minaj until last night, so I knew I’d love it. However, I did not REEEALIZE the degree to which we would dance throughout her set. This brings me to the first time I’ll ask this question: how can you pay money for a NICKI MINAJ/BRITNEY SPEARS concert and… sit in your sit? Or worse, stand up but just vacantly stare at the performer?
It. Blows. My. Mind.
It’s not even the amount of money I know some people must have spent — if we had been seated in nosebleed section we would have been dancing just as hard. But when you think that some people spent hundreds of dollars on their tickets (you know it happened) and then just sat there, barely smiling, it really…puts a lot into perspective.
Like some people can’t party. You know who can? BRITNEY JEAN SPEARS, y’all:
Yes, yes. It was as awesome as it looks, and even more awesome than that. This is quite an epic way to kick off what is looking to be an insane summer.
