Ok, I'm not really going to the circus, but I am going to the Britney concert in April with some of my best girls. Hooray!
What really tipped the scales on my Britney interest was last week's documentary... how can you not feel sorry for the girl?
I so wanted to see a Britney concert when I was a teenager, so now I'll finally get my wish at the ripe age of 24. She did open for the 1998 N Sync concert I attended, but since I didn't really know who she was, I didn't care.
This had better be cooler than the time that I saw "Crossroads" in the theater with some friends and had to sit next to a creepy 50-something man who came to the movie alone and kept rocking back and forth during the movie.... nasty.