Snow (Hey... *splat*... d'oh!!)

I don't know what to make of the Pussycat Dolls. I went for their concert yesterday, along with another coupla thousand people, and a few friends. You, my dear reader, must know that I have nothing but pure appreciation (and *ahem*.. nothing else) for the FFF (Fine Female Figure) but yesterday I delved a little deeper into understanding the Pussycat Dolls. I saw them for more than their really really hot bodies. Quite a feat, I'm amazing, I know. But I saw that they were human after all (albeit really good looking ones). They exposed their vulnerable side on stage yesterday, amidst all the women-power subliminal messages.

Don't get me wrong, any of them are hot enough to make jellyfish get a hard-on, but that didn't change the fact that for the first half of their part of the concert, they were... erm... kinda stinky. It was quite obvious that they were content to let their songs rest on their laurels, just playing out hit after hit in a subdued fashion. I was quite determined not to let the anti-climax of a concert down my spirits, as I was up for clubbing after it. But the unexpected happened.

They got better. Of all their songs, I never thought that Stickwitu would be the one that brought them redemption from a flop of a concert. Probably figured that they could work the concert up from an anticlimax with a slow song. And work it did. Long story short, the concert didn't turn out as bad as it was going to be.

Anyway, got some souveniers for someone back home, knowing how much she loves the Pussycat Dolls.

Oh, and it snowed while we were in the concert.