My Luck

Today is Saturday, post Britney Spears concert.  It was stellar.  Yesterday, I woke up, went to Urban Bean and got a little coffee-  the furley is the best.  Sadly I spilled the entire cup all over the floor and counter before I had the chance to drink any.  I knew that if this was the first thing that happened to me yesterday, the rest of my day will probably follow.  And it did.

Work was fine, I managed to only spill one container of Bloody Mary mix and a cup of coffee. Fast forward to Britney:

Managed to completely miss the Pussycat dolls and enter our *suite when Brits pre-show entertainers were performing.  The suite was packed and there was a.) no unlimited food as promised and paid for and b.) no unlimited drinks as promised and paid for.  I think at this point I was very close to morphing into DaBrat -------->

But I stopped myself, only because I was there to see Miss Spears.

Brit came on stage and it was amazing until some other girls in our suite with no association to my gang decided that I was standing in their spot.  Really? Because my ticket says I can be anywhere I want in this suite.  We don't have seats you idiots.  Then a beer was dumped onto my head.  An entire beer.   

The rest of the night was filled with much needed dancing and laughing and reverting back to a 15 year old hormone raged girl.  Perfect Britney show with more drama than the Guiding Light on CBS which is being cancelled after 72 years.  Pictures to follow.