Aislinn the Albino Bean

Oh the humanity!!!
Yes, it’s true... the Albino Bean would feel shame if she could, but... ayer me subí al zapatito azul y me fui a San Diego con mi Roomie, rumbo al concierto de...... Britney Spears. There! I said it... so what?
Anyways the tickets were free, we only had to pay the $10 dollar parking. I’ve never felt like such a beaner in all my life:

Ash: How much is parking?
Parking Attendant: 10 dollars
Ash: (extreme mexican accent) 10 dollars!! A la verga!!

I thought to my self *my car isn’t even worth 10 dollars*, but nevertheless, we paid.
We entered the Sports Arena and Kelis (milkshake song) was already on stage. If you are curious about what The Milkshake actually stands for, hit up urban dictionary; they have some pretty interesting definitions....
Walking through the hallways of the arena, it was like we were in the Twilight Zone. I’m still a little freaked out. It was like we were swimming in a sea of bizaro Britney and Paris clones. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, etc... I mean there were raccoon eyes, spider lashes, half exposed nipples, ass cleavage... and it was everywhere you turned... it was in your face... I swear I saw one girl wearing my belt as a skirt, I kid you not...
We were looking for our seat, that actually turned out to be behind the stage, so we got upgraded to floor seats... all the way in the back, but still floor seats. We got to hear the end of Kelis’ set, and then we waited for maybe half an hour before they turned out the lights.
I have to say, the crowd was not what I expected it to be. I was expecting a bunch of little girls with their parents, what I got was a bunch of crazy-too-much-makeup-wearing-hoochie sorority girls and their boyfriends, of course. There was also a bunch of sistah’s if ya know what I mean.
The show started and well... I can confidently say that there was no actual singing involved, but it was a very elaborate show with lots of costume changes, each more whory than the previous one. It was kind of like a sluty Cirque du Soleil, with lots of boy on boy gyrating. It was pretty fun. Granted, there where some moments where I kept saying to myself *what the hell am I doing here?!!*; but hey it was free!.... y sí... cuando canto la de Slave, si baile poquito, jejeje.
I’m kinda glad there wasn’t a bunch of little kids in the audience, because the show is in no way intended for children. It was kind of like an updated version of Madonna’s Blond Ambition Tour, complete with a *rolling around in a bed with a sweaty dancer* part, in the middle of the show. During that number the big screen in the back of the stage had like a bunch of shadows gettin’ it on. It was pretty hot. That Britney... she’s turning out to be quite the dirty little skank. But I still like Christina more.
Nos salimos antes de que terminara el show, para evitar el tráfico, como todas unas ruquitas. Más ruca me sentí, cuando yo, con chamarra, suetercito y gorrito mamuca, aun tenía frío y veía pasar a las britneys con sus taconcitos, trocito de tela posando por falda y blusita inexistente como si fuera una noche calurosa de agosto.... brrrr.
When I got home, I put on my Marvin Gaye CD, to wash away all the crappy music, and drifted off to sleep remembering monday night with a big grin on my face. Distant Lover indeed.