my second nyc music show

Last night I went with a group to see K-Fed.
That's right, Kevin Federline. Mr. Britney Spears himself.

Right now you are probably asking yourself- WHY? ON PURPOSE??
Even more, you are most likely laughing.
You are laughing at the insanity of anyone actually choosing and paying to go see K-Fed. You are laughing at the idea of K-Fed trying to be the next Vanilla Ice. But yet, ask youself- if you had the chance to see something so bad, would you go? Like the many trainwrecks of celebrities and wanna-be artists before him, you can't help but wonder if it really is as bad as you think it will be.

It was.

It was so bad, it was good. We had a solid group of very fun people, several alcoholic drinks, and a great attitude. We were going to have fun at this concert. Not even the limited talent of K-Fed could stop us. Outsiders might have believed that we actually were enjoying the music. Not so much. But we were enjoying the spirit of dillusion that filled the half-empty venue. Even as we crowded up to the stage, we had plenty of room for dancing and silliness. As I stopped moving long enough to observe my fellow concert-goers, their looks of horror and stunned disbelief could not be ignored. It was awesome. They looked on with a look that seemed to be asking the question everyone wants to ask, "What the hell is he thinking?" And so I danced my white-girl moves to the white-boy rapper. Neither of us were very good, but we were at the very least amusing to the people who had to watch us.

It was a very fun night.