You may remember me whetting your Pop Princess/Diva appetites not too long ago.
I’ve kept you all waiting long enough.
It’s time to spill the sequined and glitter covered beans on Britney Spears’ Vegas show.
Driving to Vegas is incredibly common for those that are journeying from LA–but after the first hour, the desert scenery gets a little too tedious for me, so I chose to take the one hour plane ride from LAX instead.
I met up with one of my BFFs who flew all the way from Seattle to complete the Holy Pilgrimage of Mid-90’s Nostalgia.
We spent a joyous Saturday romping through Las Vegas, eating at such prestigious establishments like Twin Peaks (click that link…just do it. So classy.) and shopping for pretty, shiny things at Tiffany & Co.
Before the concert, my pal needed to get some gear to complete her Britney ensemble, so we ventured to the Planet Hollywood Hotel and Resort to locate the Britney gift shop.
Yes. An entire store dedicated to selling merchandise related to her show.
Shirts. Mugs. Leggings with Britney’s image plastered on every inch of them. Shot glasses. Bags. And of course–undies:
Because who wouldn’t want the title of one of her songs etched across their derrière?
Most of the swag available for purchase had the word “Bitch” worked into most of the catchphrases: It’s Britney, Bitch. It’s Vegas, Bitch. Work, Bitch. So maybe not a store you’d want to bring your kids to.
As the time drew nigh, we migrated over to the theatre and stood in line among a gathering of people so thick that you were required to cling to the limbs of your party to stay together.
Thousands. And I mean THOUSANDS of people were gathered in the lobby (which included a bar in the dead center) waiting to enter the theatre. And at over $100 per ticket, I knew Planet Hollywood had to be raking it in. The most surprising fact? Most of them were well over 30 years old and not one child could be seen in the entire crowd. In fact, I spotted more than one geriatric music lover in line for the show–they looked even more hyped than most of the younger people.
We entered the theatre and I was floored by the number of seats that were quickly being filled–I didn’t see an empty one in the entire building. There was a VIP section closer to the stage and 2 open pits filled with people directly in front of that. All of a sudden, the people standing in the pits turned to the VIP section and hurriedly started snapping pics on their phones and a general murmur of celebrity rose up from the clumps of revelers.
“I MUST KNOW WHO IS DOWN THERE,” I alerted my fellow concert goers. The Pit People looked incredibly excited to be in the presence of whomever that VIP was, but a wall kept me from seeing into the section. We didn’t find out until much later that it was Tyra Banks (a bit of a let down considering how ape sh*t those people went) but glad to see that she’s riding the Britney train.
The countdown to the show popped up on the screen at 18 minutes and people went WILD. It was crazy to me to think that all of these people were there to see a show that we all instinctively knew would be lipped synched by the headliner. It’s her reputation, and it doesn’t seem like she’s ashamed to embrace it.
Go her! I’d rather hear all of the right notes and not sacrifice the spectacle of dance then here someone huff and puff across the stage in an effort to do both simultaneously.
Then, she came out fast and strong with one of her newest jams “Work Bitch” and we were all HOOKED. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t uttering a single word, she was dancing and lip synching her heart out. I had low expectations considering her spotty record with her mental state and performances (gotta love the woman, she always rises from her crashed & burned flames like a phoenix from the ashes) but she exceeded them all.
There was fire, there was a stage-wide waterfall, there were acrobatics, and fully functioning people sized “hamster wheels”–it had everything you’d expect from such a flamboyant performer.
As luck would have it, my phone was slowly dying from the minute we walked in, so I didn’t get too many shots. But I preferred it that way–I was much more “in the moment” much more focused on taking in the show, taking in my friends’ impressions of each number by looking at their euphoric faces, and watching this crazy excited man in front of us who had brought his mother to the show (apparently, her favorite song is “Toxic” because he turned to her and yelled, “Mom! It’s your favorite” as soon as the first couple of beats dropped).
But here are a few shots:
All in all, I would heartily recommend this show to anyone who felt moved by her performances in the Mickey Mouse Club. Or who perhaps got a little too excited that she wore a “Catholic School Uniform” in “…Baby One More Time”, not unlike the one you wore to school every day for 9 years.
You got ’til next year, you guys, and then who knows where Brit Brit will take off (probably global domination–one lip synch at a time).