About a week or so ago I get this call at work from Javier Bardem. He says, "Hey, are you doing anything next Tuesday?" "Ummmm... no?" "Well, hey do you want to go with me to the Britney Spears concert, I have an extra ticket and since you and I both like the same kind of music I thought I'd see if you want to come!" "Sure! Of course!" Now, I like Britney just fine, I used to watch a lot of ET TV and she was always starring... this is like 5-6 years ago or so when she was breaking up with Justin Timberlake and all that. I can't say I had even considered buying a ticket to the concert, but if it's free... Anyway, so Tuesday came along and we had planned to meet at a gas station then go drop off one of our cars at his brother's house... ok, fine, no prob right? It was rainy that day, when I pulled up next to him and he got out with a bag full of 7-9 different kinds of beverages... Dr. Pepper, Coke, Mtn Dew, a couple different kinds of Powerade, RedBull, water, and whatever else. He said, "I didn't know what you like." "Um, I don't really like soda and I'm kinda picky with Powerade, so I'll just take the water." No no no, it's all for me to keep! Uh, ok then but I really won't drink any of it but the water. Whatever... so we drove... and kept driving. I made 3 phone calls before we got to his brother's house... and once we got there nobody was home. We went in and it wasn't long before he told me he lives there and wants me to drive my car because he is planning on doing a lot of drinking and then I'll have to drive him out here before I go home... wha-huh? I don't think so. I suggest that we drive separately and he can drive himself home, not really understanding that he is wanting to get sloshed. He decided to get a hotel room downtown, fairly nearby... for $150. Whatever, if that's what he wanted to do, I wasn't going to stop him. We went to grab a bite to eat at a little Mexican place and then stopped off to get him some more beer. I told him I was fine with the bag of
drinks he had gotten me before so he bought me a cowgirl hat that he thought I might like as he was walking past it. It is is pretty cute. So we drove separately to the hotel where he dropped off his car and invited me up to see the room. Uhhh, we have like 20 minutes before it starts.... that's ok there's still the Pussycat Dolls before... well, I want to see them too... ok well just for a minute then... ok, A minute, one, uno momento... ok...ok. So 5 momentos later we are back in my car and I asked where the arena is. He said, "I dunno girl, I don't know where we are going." I was like... "Excuse me, Javier, are you Seriously out of your Freaking mind? Do you not realize I have never even heard of this place except when it was mentioned on the radio for something, and I have not even the Slightest Inkling of a Clue as to where on Earth we are supposed to be going???" ...As we all know, I did not say that... I very sweetly said, "Call 411 and find out the address then" *blink blink* He does, twice... because he'd had 2 beers by then and couldn't get the directions out correctly. We drove in circles for about 10 minutes, finally got there, and found our seats. Oh, I have to paint a clearer picture of the awkwardness of how we looked. I was in my dark wash designer jeans, and a cute bright top, with my hair straightened and pulled up a little. He was in jeans and a white button-up long sleeved dress-shirt. It was unbuttoned to expose his whole chest, displaying gold and silver chains. He also wore a black blazer and dress shoes. He had gold and silver earrings and one in his eyebrow that drew your attention away from the thick guy-liner under his eyes. Attention was further drawn away by the gold and silver and black bangle bracelets on his wrist... making the short black nails seem to really wrap it all together. Oh, and we can't forget the massively tall glass of beer in each hand. Oh, and he's about 5'3" with 3" hair making him that tall. The Pussycat Dolls still had several songs left when we got them, and it was cool to catch the end of their show. Actually, I don't know if it was the end or not, but we heard 3 or 4 of their songs. We went down to the floor to find a place where we can see. I got a place where I was super close the front. He had those beers so he couldn't squeeze in as well, and was behind me to my left. I knew it would happen, and it did... someone bumped him, and myself and the girl directly in front of him got drenched in beer. Ugh... now I'm wet and stinky and the girl's boyfriend turns to him and said, "Nice one, Dude." Javier Bardem leans over to him and all full of drunk attitude says, "Do you have a problem with that?" Seriously? Did he really just say that???? The guy says "Of course I have a problem with that, you just spilled your beer all over my girl" They discussed it for a few minutes and the guy said, "Man, I know you didn't do it on purpose, just chill" and then was disinterested in it altogether. Javier Bardem leans over to me and says, "Watch out, I'm gonna deck him... and his friend too." He is obviously drunk so I brush it off. Both of the guys were a lot bigger than him... doesn't he realize that? I am into the concert, and not paying any attention until about ten minutes later a girl near me says she is scared because this guy, Javier Bardem, is going to start a fight with her standing next to him! I get over to him and he shoves his jacket and watch into my hands as he starts ceremoniously rolling up his sleeves. I rolled my eyes, and told him not to, just chill out, and that he'll get himself kicked out. After a little reasoning I gave him back his stuff and he disappeared for the duration of the concert. The concert was awesome, Britney came out and the crowd went wild. If you watch the music video for the 'Ringleader' song, her concert uses a ton of those effects. It was very well done. It's funny... she came over to us only ten feet away and she looked just like she did on tv. Like a regular girl... all dressed up. She didn't seem like I thought a seasoned super star, like she is, might. Just a regular girl doing her thing. It kinda made me feel sorry for all the garbage she has had to deal with because of her fame. She did put on quite a show, it was really a lot of fun to watch. She kept the energy up and hit all her marks. Now, in true Britney fashion, it was kind of ridiculous to see that every outfit consisted of less and less material, but y'know, it's Britney, isn't that exactly what we expect? All things said, it was a total blast and I completely enjoyed myself. The finale was spectacular, with a shower of sparkles coming down from the ceiling... like in the video... but in hindsight it wasn't particularly any less spectacular than any of the rest of the show. It was really fun. Then I looked around and Javier Bardem is nowhere to be found. A moment later I saw his text, "I got kicked out, I'm out front." It was raining again and when I eventually found him he was wandering around with this glazed look on his face... he was totally wasted. He pulled out this pink "It's Britney" baby t-shirt that he'd bought while he was waiting for the concert to end. It actually fits me quite well. On the way to the car he told me the story of how he was "wrongfully" kicked out. Apparently some guy was hitting girls and he got blamed for it and being upset that he was wrongfully accused he started mouthing off to security telling him that he's going to beat him and whatnot. Someone came over to witness that he wasn't doing anything wrong, but by then security was upset at his attitude and kicked him out anyway!!!!! The Injustice of it!!! I had to chuckle... inside of course. Then he didn't know how to get back to the hotel. Again, I told him to call the place... he didn't have the number... then call 411. We found it and I thanked him for the ticket and the stellar concert, and sped off as casually as I could muster.Here are some more pics/video of the concert... from my camera...
Gotta love it :o)