save your $
saturday evening was hot, hot, hot. and not in a good way. mike and i went to the blue lamp, expecting the same sort of gig we attended earlier this year for ben lee. here's what we got instead:
a line formed an hour and a half before the door even opened. we, however, were sipping cool drinks across the street at (EVIL) starbucks, which i would under normal circumstances never set foot in.
although the tickets read: doors 9 p.m., they didn't start letting people in until close to 9:30. we were still sitting across the street.
we wandered over when the line got a bit shorter, and the doorman seemed to spend a looooot of time checking ids. as we got to the front of the line, we discovered why when, all of a sudden, an employee crashed through the door and yelled at him to stop the line because they couldn't keep up with the drink orders at the teeny, tiny bar. weird, but not too weird.
one step inside and we knew why folks were flocking to the bar. it was hotter inside than out, and i'm guessing it was still in the mid to high 90s outside.
we found a spot a few feet from the stage near a small fan blowing hot air. while waiting for what we thought would be just a few minutes, i tore down one of the many concert posters and rolled it up, ensconcing it in my purse for the evening.
FORTY-FIVE minutes later, still no start in sight. i finally went to the door and asked when the music was going to start, and someone very rudely pointed to a sign indicating 10:30, which was rapidly nearing. i also had the foresight to ask if there was an opener, which thank the good lord above, there wasn't.
i made my way through the sticky, sweaty, drunken crowd back to mike, who, as he always is, was one of the tallest in the room and easy to spot.
after the drunk, obnoxious frat bro behind us and his fat-ass girlfriend decided to wedge themselves between us and the people next to us, basically squeezing into what i would refer to as "my space", we moved closer to the back, where it may have been a bit warmer (really, 90 or 95 degrees, what's the diff at this point?) but there was personal space galore.
ten minutes later, still no music. after some discussion, in which i gestured emphatically as the music was so loud, i indicated that i wanted to either (if possible) sell my ticket tom someone waiting outside (the concert had sold out, through who knows why), or eat the $20 per ticket and go home/outside for fresh air and/or airconditioned car/home. either way, mike wasn't buying. (he's such a stubborn leo sometimes!)
five minutes later, pete yorn started. after 10 songs, including an excellent cover of the smith's there is a light that never goes out, mike looked at me and said we could leave whenever i wanted to, and rather than answer, i beelined for the door--and air.
by the time we left, my crotch was soaked to the point it would have looked like i wet my pants, had anyone cared enough to look.
in all, i could have saved myself the $20 and sat in the sauna at my gym listening to py on my mp3--for free.
a line formed an hour and a half before the door even opened. we, however, were sipping cool drinks across the street at (EVIL) starbucks, which i would under normal circumstances never set foot in.
although the tickets read: doors 9 p.m., they didn't start letting people in until close to 9:30. we were still sitting across the street.
we wandered over when the line got a bit shorter, and the doorman seemed to spend a looooot of time checking ids. as we got to the front of the line, we discovered why when, all of a sudden, an employee crashed through the door and yelled at him to stop the line because they couldn't keep up with the drink orders at the teeny, tiny bar. weird, but not too weird.
one step inside and we knew why folks were flocking to the bar. it was hotter inside than out, and i'm guessing it was still in the mid to high 90s outside.
we found a spot a few feet from the stage near a small fan blowing hot air. while waiting for what we thought would be just a few minutes, i tore down one of the many concert posters and rolled it up, ensconcing it in my purse for the evening.
FORTY-FIVE minutes later, still no start in sight. i finally went to the door and asked when the music was going to start, and someone very rudely pointed to a sign indicating 10:30, which was rapidly nearing. i also had the foresight to ask if there was an opener, which thank the good lord above, there wasn't.
i made my way through the sticky, sweaty, drunken crowd back to mike, who, as he always is, was one of the tallest in the room and easy to spot.
after the drunk, obnoxious frat bro behind us and his fat-ass girlfriend decided to wedge themselves between us and the people next to us, basically squeezing into what i would refer to as "my space", we moved closer to the back, where it may have been a bit warmer (really, 90 or 95 degrees, what's the diff at this point?) but there was personal space galore.
ten minutes later, still no music. after some discussion, in which i gestured emphatically as the music was so loud, i indicated that i wanted to either (if possible) sell my ticket tom someone waiting outside (the concert had sold out, through who knows why), or eat the $20 per ticket and go home/outside for fresh air and/or airconditioned car/home. either way, mike wasn't buying. (he's such a stubborn leo sometimes!)
five minutes later, pete yorn started. after 10 songs, including an excellent cover of the smith's there is a light that never goes out, mike looked at me and said we could leave whenever i wanted to, and rather than answer, i beelined for the door--and air.
by the time we left, my crotch was soaked to the point it would have looked like i wet my pants, had anyone cared enough to look.
in all, i could have saved myself the $20 and sat in the sauna at my gym listening to py on my mp3--for free.
posted by writnkitten | 4:09 PM
1 Comments:
just think, you may have burned off the starbuck's you drank. cool.
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