Houston Part III: Brit Brit

One of the highlights of the Houston trip was joining the ladies of concrete city in going to see Britney Spears in concert. There was no jumbotron, you couldn't see Britney, there was no way that she sang even one word, she totally lost a step in terms of dancing, but it was AWESOME. We got drunk (well those of us who are not pregnant or breast-feeding, a funny part of going to an arguable teeny bopper concert in your 30s), someone (AA?)purchased a light up boa (which she gave me to give to J, but I threw it in my suitcase without shutting off the lights resulting in a dump search of my suitcase by TSA, but it was worth it because J LOVED the Britney boa), and we even miracled an 18 year old with the extra ticket we had. I am not gonna lie, I bought a t-shirt.

Here is the stage:



Bizarley's reaction to Britney coming on stage:



It's Britney Bitch: (not the best photo, I know)



Me and Bizarley who gets mad props for suggesting that I celebrate my 32nd birthday with Britney and treated me to the ticket:



You may be wondering what J was doing while we were screaming Hit Me Baby One More Time at the top of our lungs. Well who was not with us at the concert? Yup, THC. And he came through big time. We left him and J watching Cinderella, and made the deal that she would go to bed after the movie. She shook on it and generally is good about following through on deals she makes. Apparently, after Cinderella she wanted to watch another show. THC suggested a new deal: they watch a show of his choosing for 5 minutes then she would go to bed. J agreed, shook on it, and THC put on SportsCenter. J asked to go to bed two minutes in. Nice work.