The Britney Spears Circus rolled into town last night and I, being the sucker that I am, just had to check it out.
You know Britney.
The one that went from a gum chewing, ab flashing, All American cutie pie...
To a head shaving, fanny flashing, umbrella wielding lunatic.
I, like the rest of the world, followed Britneys life in the last few years with a sick fascination. Bought a few trashy magazines, so yeah all those papparazzi stalking her were financed by me.
Just for the record, I totally understand the whole head shaving incident. Bad hair day. How many of us look in the mirror, cringe and wish we could just shave the lot off. But yeah, she did look kinda stupid afterwards.
Going to a big concert down here is a bit of a mission and probably requires as much planning and precision timing as a NASA launch.
Baby had to be boobed at 6.05pm. Emergency formula and bottle on standby (not that she'd take it but it's the thought that counts). Hubs left with all the critters. Jumped in the car with Mrs J to drive 10 mins to pick up Mrs G and Mrs M. Car stocked with several beverages and off we went.
1 hour drive to Brisbane. Insert a lot of giggling and explicit conversation. If men only knew what women discuss amongst themselves. Waaaaaaay too much information.
We arrived at the venue along with thousands of others. Fashion choices by a lot of the fans? Ummm, interesting. Didn't know sequinned lycra could stretch that much.
Concert due to start a 8pm so we found our seats. At 8pm the opening act DJ played a few tunes and pranced around the stage. A big clock said that the circus would start in 29 minutes.
Ugh. So we went outside and had a drink to kill time. 29 minutes later we trooped back inside.
And waited. And waited. And waited. For another hour.
Finally the damn show started.
The stage and show looked spectacular. Lots of fireworks and hoopla. Amazingly talented dancers. Seriously we were clapping like maniacs for the back up dancers. The miming thing? Didn't phase me because apparently Brit's dance routines were meant to be so strenuous that she couldn't possibly sing and dance at the same time. (By the way Brit, if you're miming you don't need a microphone stuck to your head).
Britney walked around the stage. With intention. Man, that chick can...walk. Phew, all that walking looked pretty strenuous.
Seriously, even I could dance a little bit better than Miss Brit and I don't dance. I didn't even dance at my wedding.
Show ended. We waited for the encore. There was no encore. No one in the crowd demanded one. What the? The Andre Rieu concert I went to a month ago had about 10 encores...
Oh well. We trooped back to the carpark, ready to drive home and go to bed (and boob the baby, who I was 100% positive was awake and wailing). In an hour we probably budged 1 metre. The carpark attendants finally decided they had to try and organise the cars exiting the venue. Geniuses.
I finally got home at 1.45am. Opened the door to find the hubs in the loungeroom with the crying baby. Who'd been awake since 12am. The time I should have been home if Miss Spears hadn't of dicked around and delayed her show.
The verdict? The show was great. Britney was bland. I'm tired. Oh well.
So to the paps still stalking Brit...