Do you remember last week's poll question? Well, the reason concerts were on my mind was because I'd just scored a pair of tickets to see Britney Spears (my erstwhile arch nemesis). I didn't buy them (I didn't do a complete one-eighty) -- they were a gift from a group I work with in my role as intern coordinator. And although I'm not a huge fan by any means, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about: Her shows are rumored to be amazing. So last Wednesday, my friend, Jill (a true trooper), and I went to Madison Square Garden.
The show was...lacking. Had I known more of the songs, or Britney cracked a smile, or sung even though her mic was off (could you sing and dance for 90 minutes and sound good?), it might have been enjoyable. But I didn't, and she didn't, so it really wasn't. Instead, I just found myself feeling completely sorry for her and even a little bit bored. There were a few interesting parts: the staging, effects, dancing, and costumes were decadent (it was circus-themed), but even so, I felt like I pretty much wasted an evening. At least we'd seen the set list...we left right after "Baby, One More Time" (and, yes, I sang at the top of my lungs), the second-last song, and got home in record time.
Okay, it wasn't a total waste of an evening. Jill's a blast.