After an afternoon in south beach with friends, several cocktails, some ill advised pot brownies, running in to my favorite Amsterdamnian bartender, whom I just happened to have an extra ticket for (I convinced my self all day I would run into some body cool at the beach) we finally made it to the theater for Vampire Weekend. I thought I walked into junior high, only this time I was the substitute teacher.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be the old guy at the show. Fucking hell I could be these kids daddy. The good thing about it was there was no line at the bar. The only people there were a couple of other oldies sucking down over priced cocktails as fast as they could in order to deal with all the small children with rock t-shirts on.
After bullshitting with the secrity guy about the best way upstairs to the mezzanine, where the old people sit, he told us about a secret elevator. The oldies crew and I quickly found it and headed up to the front row on the balcony where there were seats to rest our old bones, ledges to set down cocktails and no one in front of us jumping up and down like it was the early 90 and mosh pits were cool. (Were mosh pits ever cool?)
The band fucking rocked. They are going to be huge and I am glad to have seen them in the early stages of their career.
To wrecked to do much after the show except pine for macaroni and cheese from the now defunct Cafeteria. Alas, I settled for cheese pizza and my uber sexy sheik hotel. My friends took pictures with me spooning my food and snoring loudly.
Yes yes, I am quite the catch.
June 20, 2008 at 12:33 am
I love that band. I also love pot brownies lol