Alrightie, so last night Amanda and I made our way to Luxembourg for a night of listening to The Faint and hanging around. We got there, immediately were 'Oooh laaa laaa'ed from a car (a triumph, to have been 'ooh laaa laa'ed in a French speaking country) and travelled into the janky warehouse district to find the venue. After much running around for a cheeseburger we got into the show, met a woman named Brigette who was doing press stuff and trying to get an interview with The Faint, and I drank two useless shots of juice and vokda. I asked for vodka. I got it mixed with Loooooza juice.
So, the concert was great except for the group of rowdy British hipster boys behind us. I might have broken one of their hands had they not been slighty amusing and attractive. Hand breaking became more of an issue as I was jostled, had a sticker stuck to my back (which I found later), asked to buy them beers, had my butt grabbed, and was given a massage from one especially drugged out looking one in a suit jacket. I still danced (GASP) and enjoyed myself. The night was compounded later.
Amanda and I, having missed our train (which I cotinued to refer to as the 'bus' for some reason), wandered the club, sat around waiting for Brigette, and then, by Amanda's sly luck, HUNG OUT WITH THE FAINT. Amanda, sticking her head into the tour bus to inquire about Brigette, wanting to say good bye, was greeted with some members of The Faint coming out and having a cigarette with us. We were handed a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka, respectively, and for two to three hours sat around and talked with The Faint guys and the sound guys. It was quite interesting.
But by now I was freezing in a tank top with no jacket, not having foreseen being out in Luxembourg in the early morning hours, and I desperately wanted to put on my Faint shirt. But I didn't want to look weird around The Faint, right? So I waited and, after getting out of sight of the bus, threw it on to be pleasantly surprised that it was INCREDIBLY SOFT AND WONDERFUL. It was a good fit, slightly baggy, and it was made from the softest shirt material known to man.
Go see The Faint. Get their tee shirt. It is totally worth it.
After I cooked Amanda and I meals at 7 in the morning we went to bed and I found that, GASP, I could not sleep. So I sat up and counted for awhile.
And that was my night.
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