Teenybopping

This is late, but what MK venture isn't? I am SO glad that Eve from Top Chef went home last week. I couldn't handle another episode of watching her mouth hang open. Shut your mouth, Eve! You may be the nicest person ever, and it seems like you might be, but you look stupid with your mouth flapping open. Gah. Add that to Jen and her GIANT gauged ears that went home in the first episode, and I can now handle watching Top Chef for the rest of the season without being unreasonably annoyed by aesthetics. If only I could get Padma to reconsider a few of her wardrobe choices ...

Speaking of ill-conceived clothing choices, I will be going to the Britney Spears concert tomorrow with my little. Big Brothers, Big Sisters was able to procure some tickets, so T and I are going to dinner and the show. Considering I also saw Hannah Montana: The Movie with her, I think I am turning into a teenybopper. Again. Didn't I have enough embarrassing Hanson and Backstreet Boys and MTV moments in middle school? Although I did secretly kind of enjoy the Hannah Montana movie (the guy was cute! Even though I looked him up later and he was 18 ... whoops. Just how I roll, I guess.) Maybe the Britney concert will be the same way -- not the way-too-young-for-me bit, but the enjoyable-in-a-guilty-pleasure-sort-of-way bit. What I really want to see, though, is a patented Britney shitshow, a la VMAs 2008. I will let you all know which one happens, or if it's secret option C) just annoying.

All right. It's late, I'm tired and I have to get lots of beauty sleep for Ms. Spears, or really in order to handle the swarms of screaming adolescents that will accompany Ms. Spears. Baby Jesus, grant me strength.