My roommate has a sweet job perk where she gets tickets to many events at Madison Square Garden for free. And by tickets I don’t mean regular person seats, I mean a private box with an open bar and hot food.
Anyway, she’s taken me to see Sir Elton John and Rod Stewart in the past, and last night I saw Justin TImberlake.

If you’ve ever wondered what the typical Justin Timberlake fan looks like, it’s this. Only less hot, but with more glitter.

She lives in New Jersey and she wears a lot of make up. I’m not trying to be a hater, but all I have to say is that the bridges and tunnels must have been heavily perfumed last night. Penn Station was filled to the brim, literally, with girls and women with straightened hair, short skirts, and four inch heels. I’m surprised men in this city didn’t anticipate such a throng of scantily clad, highly aroused women all in one place. Where were you guys?! These girls were in heat! Next time Justin comes to the Garden, you should be ready and waiting!