An Irish Girls Mind.

My resolutions this year were different from other years. This year instead of doing the whole lose weight, stop cursing, eat healthy, blah blah blah boring resolutions, I decided to take a different approach. All the other years, I broke every single one of my resoultions five minutes after the clock turned twelve. Not that I didnt want to accomplish them, I just couldnt do the follow through. This year I made a list of stuff that I wanted to accomplish and gave myself the whole year to follow through.

1- Read Jane Austens books. Already completed three of them.
2- Particiapte in a 5 K – Completed that Feb 28

3- Buy a gun and learn to master it. (Havent done this one yet).
4- Learn to play guitar. (Guitar hero down, the real thing is next).
5- See Britney Spears in concert. Lets discuss.

I love Britney Spears. Every song on every CD has a memory wrapped around it.
Baby One More Time -Hanging out in High school at Kats house. Watching MTV. Infatuated. We did not have cable at my house growing up. I always say my brother and I didnt get emotions, till we moved out and were introduced to the WB (Now known as the CW).
I’m a Slave for You – Reminds me of visiting Hayles at college in Statesboro. When every female woke up from thier afternoon naps before hitting the bar, this song was played at full blast while getting ready.
I’m not a girl, not yet a woman – The most perfect song at that point in my life. It was like my personal anthem to describe how I was feeling on a day to day basis.
In the Zone Cd – Best memories are tied to this Cd. Going to visit Monica in Germany and driving around in the mustang blaring Britney and singing at the top of our lungs! It didnt matter that we were an ocean away from our loved ones, in a country that didnt speak English, living off of bean/cheese burritos and rum or that Monica had the black Plaque growing on her walls. We could get in the car, turn on Britney and all of a sudden we were crusing down the Russell strip just like we did when we were 16.

Brits been through some shit in the last few years. I refused to jump off the Britney train. Even though at times, she unbuckled my seat belt and tried with all her might to push/kick/bodyslam me off. But I held on. And I am so glad I did! Cuz March 5 2009, I got to see my girl in all her glory, with thousands of our closest friends.

It was not an easy task getting there.
I remember when I heard she was performing in Atl. My car tried to kill me. But I survived. For Britney. Then a friend of mine bought his girl-toy two tickets, but didnt get me any. Even though I provide him laughs all day long with our witty banter. Ass. Then they were sold out. Then I paid triple the regular price for shitty seats. But who cares, I was still going. Then I get a 103.7 temperture and get diagnosed with the flu and upper respitory infection. Then the doctor perscribed me meds, I was allergic too, so I couldnt get better fast enough. But I stayed three hours in line for the wrong medication, so you can bet your pretty butt that I could go to ATL, temperture and all.

Jennifer and I get to the concert. Watch the pussy cats perform.

Go outside during the break. Where I have a wave of hot and cold flashes come over me and feel like I am going to hurl. Jennifer has made best friends with some gays.

As they are trading numbers and emails I watch my life sweat out of me. I tell Jennifer I need to go inside I am not feeling to hot. Gay Guy A looks at me and is like “Girl did you drop some extacy, that does it to me everytime.” NO I DID NOT TAKE ILLEGAL DRUGS BUT HERE IS SOME ALKASELTZER SNORT IT AND KNOCK YOURSELF OUT!

We go inside to the bathroom. We wait in line behind a million girls for at least twenty minutes. In this line is a girl who did not look old enough to drink and I know for a fact she did not weigh enough to drink. She is quickly thrown out of line so can puke her guts up in the trash can and sink. Because we were all looking at her, we fail to notice the trillion urinals and the guys peeing in them. When we do notice, we are up to the stall and about to go in and pee. But no Robo-cop comes in and yells at all of us like we are twelve, and informs us to get out, this is the mens bathroom. And Jennifer is like “Ya I waited in line for twenty minutes and a cop has already came through and not said anything, so Ill get out when I get done doing my lady business.” And he replies with, “You feel like leaving the concert, cuz Ill make that happen NOW GET OUT!!!!!!”
Which is rediculous. Cuz its a Britney Spears concert. Every guy there was Gay. So he doesnt care to share his precious powder room with females. And if some werent gay, it was cuz they were there with the girlfriend against thier will. And they deserve to see some side boob and maybe a lil front bottom, FOR BEING BOYFRIEND OF THE YEAR! But we had to go wait for another fifteen minutes to pee in the designated area.
We go back to our seats and Perez Hilton comes on in his granduer as the ring master.

And then Brit comes on and opens with circus. The crowd goes crazy! She looked Fabulous! Her body was banging. Her dance moves were better then ever.

She lip-sang but thats ok. Cuz you dont go to a Britney Spears concert expecting open mic night. You go to be entertained by the glitter and sparkles. And entertained we were. We were on our feet for the whole time. Everytime I jumped, bent over or took a breath, my skirt rose up and I showed everyone my Britney. I sweated so much, that I think at some point my fever was forced to break. Fun times.

She performed for an hour and forty minutes. Non stop. Even threw in some NIN in the mix. My brother would be proud.

After the concert we met up with some other friends that had attended.

We meet up with them and go to the Westin to grab some food and beverages. Which is where we ran into the most drunk woman ever. She came over to our table, pratically sat in the middle of it. And proceeded to tell us how beautiful we are and she wanted to be young again.

Well thats what we think she said. You couldnt really understand through the slurring. Jennifer told her that she needed to go to bed. I offered her my pinini, cuz she needed something to soak up the massive amounts of alcohol she had apparently consumed. She informed me that she couldnt take my pinini because if she did she would have to whoop Jennifers f*cken ass for being such a bitch and telling her to go to bed.
So there you go. Pininis are a violent meal and do not eat them unless you want to catch a case.
After that we headed home. Where I crawled into bed and have not removed myself since.