05 August 2006

things done changed

yesterday i rode down to the south street seaport to catch hot chip. it was soo good. i was going to try to do an interview with them for STUCK (since the publicist asked if i wanted to), but after i said yes she told me that they had to do an interview with sirius satellite radio and wouldn't have time. so, thanks for asking.

but hot chip was awwwesome. it was outdoors on the pier where i was drowning in hipsterses, it was kinda warm (but it cooled off nicely towards the end of the set), it started early (at 8pm) and finished early (9pm), the drummer dude from LCD soundsystem/les savy fav held it DOWN live, the lead singer looked like a slight mike skinner in a pink lumberjack flannel (in this weather??), and the band was ON POINT. all the songs sounded fantastic, most of which i attribute to the fact that i was hanging out by the soundboard. i think i was standing next to a hipster first date, which was amusing until the set started, and they continued their getting-to-know-you-by-telling-you-all-about-myself-first puppet show throughout every single song. (seriously, they should just start a blog)

the rockinger songs (like "boy from school" and "over and over"(which, incidentally, tore the sky off the sucka)) came off sounding terrific, with the heavy backbeat laid down by the live drumming and the thick layers of synthesizers - i think it helped that they used synth bass, because that shit was LOW and LOUD. even the quieter songs like "colours" and "keep falling" got rocked out in a bit more of an upbeat and uptempo fashion. they never lost their pace through the set, never missed a cue, even the three part vocal harmonies were all perfect. it was great.

the show finished early, and i raced uptown to barca 18 to join my co-interns for dinner. there's a group of four of us interns that have established ourselves amongst the seniors as "the ones that go out," aka, "the only ones we know outside of work." the four of us have gone out every night for the past four nights. it's been fun. i met the other 3, plus 2 second years (one of them is actually younger than me (by almost two years) and went to med school at northwestern and states that life during wartime dance parties at the hideout was like her fave dance party there and that she also loves club foot). i showed up a bit late so they had set aside my share of the tapas ... which almost filled up a plate the size of a saucer. then the entrees came, which .. of my portion .. almost filled the rest of the saucer. then we had dessert and sangria. it was kind of expensive for the amount of food. but the morsels i ate were quite tasty.

we then went around the corner and killed a couple hours at underbar (described as "sexy, subterranean lounge is like a basement makeout party for grownups" - i certainly saw no making out and no grown ups, although the DJ was spinning some 90s hiphop, which was a welcome change). after it was decided that the night had grown ripe enough, we trekked to the LES where we met up with some of the other senior residents at club tuts, which is a hookah bar with a dance floor and all the bartenders look like vin diesel (or mini-me dressed up as vin diesel). the bar probably wouldn't have been as fun if i hadn't already been drunk. for some reason i got really fired up at this place and constantly demanded that everybody keep dancing and for the most part, they listened to me. i had fun.

we shut down the place at 4:30am.

then i realized that i left my keys..in my bag...in my friend diana's car...who parked a cab ride away...and left earlier...and was leaving early in the morning for the hamptons.. FUUUCK.

so i crashed with one of guys in my class, slept for like 2 hours on a futon in a living room without a/c and without being able to brush my teeth (that was the worst part), picked up my bag and keys in the morning, and was back in the good old bronx by 9:30am. then i showered and brushed my teeth for like 20 minutes and then passed out and woke up not long ago. now my circadian rhythms are all fucked up but it's a well documented fact (i have several case reports i can cite) that general tso's chicken will cure pretty much everything, from altered sleep biorhythms to broken bones to depression. it does it all. and it just arrived.

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thanks for asking

dropped by Anonymous on 10 August, 2006 14:34 [*]

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seriously! thanks for asking! wait. thanks for asking?

dropped by Anonymous on 11 August, 2006 07:59 [*]

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