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We'd imagined that Britney Spears would spend her last, precious, unbetrothed hours trolling the Las Vegas Strip for lounging background dancers, arranging a final energy drink fueled, ad-hoc orgy of sweaty premarital sex, junk food consumption, and perhaps the odd quickly-annullable trip down the wedding chapel aisle. You know, just for old times' sake. Unfortunately, a reader disabuses us of this elaborate fantasy of ours, as she encounters Spears getting some cheese puff residue sandblasted off of her by a team of trained aestheticians at the spa:

Apparently, I saw Britney in the last few hours of her singledom.

On Saturday, friends and I arrived at Burke Williams Spa in Santa Monica about 3:00 pm. There were at least a dozen paparazzi outside the building waiting for someone to leave. I joked with my friends that maybe it was Britney and I was right! She and three of her girlfriends were at the reception desk checking out as we came in to check in. Britney was wearing jeans and a pink 3/4 sleeve scoop neck top. She had her hair up with a fedora type hat on and large sunglasses to obscure her face. Honestly, if I hadn't been expecting someone famous and been on the lookout, I would never have recognized her. Two things gave her away...one was the surprising amount of facial blemishes (I had seen that in other pictures) that made me want to pull her aside and whisper, "Honey, the Cheetos and Red Bull are not your friend" and, second, she has a tattoo on the nape of her neck that says something in Hebrew.

A Burke Williams staff member came up to her and asked if she wanted to leave by the back entrance and she was whisked away.

Whew. Busy day for our princess, but isn't the spa supposed to cover up those blemishes? At least she finally listened to her handlers and signed an "ironclad" prenup, protecting her millions from the best lawyer an unemployed breakdancer's allowance can buy.