The Night Britney Premiered “Toxic” In Vegas

It’s hard to forget a flamethrower. Arson machines spurt fire to the beat of Nelly’s “Pimp Juice” as we strut through a gold-mirrored tunnel into Rain. The fog is so thick that I can barely see past the bill of my trucker hat. We emerge into a twenty-five-thousand-square-foot maze of gyrating bodies, dancing water fountains, and pagan hedonism. A Viking rave sponsored by Armani Exchange.