Reliving my teen years part 2

Ok, Ok, Ok, everyone has been asking how the concert was?

Did she look good?
Did she sing live?
Were your seats good?



First off, the girl never sings live - EVER. Did I mention she was chomping on gum during Womanizer? I guess you can't go to her concerts ever thinking you are going to get live vocals because you will be thoroughly disappointed.

Me: I don't understand why the Pussycat Dolls can dance their behinds off and sing live. Why can't she at least try and do that?



My friend Maureen put it best. "Allison, you are missing one key point. She can't sing and never really could. She can only dance."

Britney didn't even count to 10 live when her dancers did push ups for her. Why can you not count to 10 live? How hard is that?

And my other pet peeve was the fact that she didn't engage with the audience until after 5 or 6 songs, said hello Pittsburgh and she was going to slow things down and sing Everytime. Look, can you not talk to the audience at all? We all know you aren't singing so could you at least yell something random like Merry Christmas again or Happy New Year? Ugh.

What was entertaining were all the outfits at the concert. Clearly, it was overflowing with girls and gay men of all ages - girls dressed as Britney from the Toxic video, wearing short pink wigs and big sunglasses, dressed like hookers and then girls like us who were rocking homemade Britney t-shirts.

Overall, we all had a really great time reliving our teen years and singing along to her songs like ...Baby One More Time, Toxic and Slave For You. We had amazing seats, 6 rows from the floor and could really see her and her dancers, circus performers and the Pussycat Dolls up close.



The after party was the best part of the whole trip. After hitting a few bars and seeing some of the grossest make out sessions of our lives, we ended the trip with a cab ride home. No big deal, right? WRONG, when your cabby has a keyboard in the front seat.

If you think texting and driving is bad, you've never witnessed playing the keyboard and driving.



We asked him to play Britney Spears. He didn't know who she was. We asked him to play "Ain't too proud to beg" and he burst into the strangest version of it we've ever heard. (Truthfully, I don't even think he was playing Ain't too proud to beg, but we were laughing so hard we didn't care at that point.) A keyboard? In the front seat?

Only in Pittsburgh I guess.

Friday Fodder

Well, today is the day! I'll be joining thousands of screaming mid-twenty ladies in Pittsburgh tonight to see the one, the only, queen of lip-synching.

I'm going not to lie...we created t-shirts and if you are following me on Twitter, you knew all of this already.

We picked our favorite image of Ms. Spears and put it on fitted tees from Forever21. The six of us are even wearing them out to a martini bar before the concert and will probably get strange looks from other people.

Do we care?

Well, not really because we are going to relive our teen years all over again for one night only with $140 tickets to the Circus.

So, what are your weekend plans?

you may be a blond if.....

I don't typically think of myself as an airhead. I'm really not an airhead. However, there are always those moments that smack you in the face and you realize, "I'm kind of an airhead right now."

Earlier this week, the BF and I grabbed a happy hour special at a local bar. We know both bartenders, were chatting it up with them and then somehow we started talking about something else. I think it had something to do with romance and chivalry and how it's dead and how he's neither of those things.

Anyway, the BF is saying something about how "romantic" he actually is toward me or was in previous relationships.... Well, I decided to cut him off because I can't stand listening to his rubbish anymore.

Me: "Ok Bosanova," thinking I sound so intelligent, "you can stop talking because it's not even close to being true."

BF: Bursts into laughter. "Bosanova? Really, Bosanova? It's actually Casanova, babe."

Right thinking, wrong wording.

clean & clear

...and not under control.

As I get older, I thought that one aspect of my teen life would go away forever. Well, it hasn't.

Why the hell do I still have acne? Why? Why? Why?

This stuff should be over by now. I suffered through the mild breakouts as a teen, testing every acne cream including the white and tinted Clearasil. I tested every color of concealer under the sun my mom would let me buy at Drug Mart from CoverGirl to Maybelline. It never worked and probably looked terrible with a multicolor face! Good thing we didn't carry cell phones like kids do these days. There would be sooooo many more bad pictures available to haunt me.

I'm 26 yet I still have remnants of my teen years. Every three months without fail, I feel a bump start to develop in what is commonly known as the "T zone."

Boys, make a "T" on your face and that's what's known as the T zone. It's typically known as greasiest zone on your face.

Anyway, I still get these monstrous bumps near my chin every three months. The rest of my face will be completely clear minus the bump. The only thing that ever "cures" them is a shot in my face from the dermatologist.

Don't cringe, it's not painful and just costs a doctor's visit to fix it.

It's like botox for middle aged women. Botox reduces lines and my shot reduces zits.

I pop over to his office on my lunch hour and come back, knowing that my face will clear up in a few days versus the week and a half it would normally take. Sometimes I even leave tiny bandage on my face to hide the icky redness.

I just experienced my three month itch and definitely not awaiting my next spot that will appear in June like clockwork. Damn you, t-zone!

Run Forest Run

A month or so ago I found out about the Cleveland Marathon on May 17. Initially, I thought I could run the marathon, then the half marathon, then I set my sights on the 10K. I can run 6.2 miles without stopping, right?

Well, I've never been much a long distance runner but more of a volleyball player in my more athletic days. I set a goal and I'm going to run in the 10K, rain or shine, and kick some serious ass in it. I've even guilted several of my friends to run and we've even kept each other posted on our training or not-so-training training.

My goal is to finish it in under 60 minutes, meaning I'm going to have to kick up my training and run 10 minute miles. Can I do it? Can you? Well, get your asses in gear because you only have 55 days to start training.

What are your upcoming goals?

How Do I Live Without You

Seeing as I'm no expert on relationships, here's one tidbit of information I can pretty much be certain on. If you are going to cheat, LeAnn or Eddie, you might want to make sure security cameras aren't in your restaurant and that you didn't piss off the waitress to sell the tape to US Weekly.

Is it just me or do you kind of think the celebrity feeding frenzy has gone too far with this one? I wonder how much the restaurant sold this footage for?

the hills are alive

Dear Mark Burnett productions,

Let me be the first to say no one in their right mind wants to see a scripted show about Audrina Patridge.

"Patridge has inked a deal with Mark Burnett Productions (the company behind the popular franchise Survivor) to star in a new series that will follow her personal and professional life."

No one cares. No one cares about her life after she's done filming the Hills. She's not an actress. And what profession? She's famous for doing nothing and truly not that interesting to warrant her own show.

What could she possibly do that's interesting?
Take off her clothes? Um, she did that already.
Have a sex tape? Well, I'm sure that already exists and her publicist is just waiting to release it. (This is what makes women famous for some stupid reason now.)
Walk around half naked? Check
Talk in catch phrases? O.M.G. like I know, right.

Maybe these girls will graduate to the OC Housewives one day.