Finally, the band gets to break out of the bubble. After obtaining a media pass (thanks CMJ!) I headed into the insanity. I should have been in the freakin' VIP tent! you would think that I'd get such things, but nope. Hung out in the press area to watch the show, and to avoid more 13 year old girls blowing out my eardrums. Those girls could shatter glass! It's the only way I would ever watch this band anyhow. REALLY not my cup of tea.
After finding the boss man and woman downing a few in the VIP area, we headed to Brass Monkey for the after party. Open bar baby! Too bad I wasn't ready to end my night after they were ready to head home. Maybe it's because I didn't get my share of VIP treatment. So I took the $20 given to me to head home and redirected the cab to Times Square. Headed to Circus to get a $3 beer and a hot dog. Upon my arrival, I was stopped at the door by 2 West Africans looking for love. I told them the truth: I was waiting until my boyfriend got off of work. Maybe it's the fact that I was ready Beast of No Nation, but I really didn't mind entertaining these guys while I killed time. Maybe it was that I really had no where to run in that bar, so I had no choice to be nice. After chatting with a trumpet player with hip hop dreams, my chopper had arrived. The look on those three guys was hilarious! They couldn't believe a girl used that line and was actually telling the truth! I am guilty of using that line a few times and it is sad to hear shit like: "Your man lets you out of the house?" and "well, why are you here if you have a boyfriend", followed by the unwavering pursuit to get into your pants.
Enough ranting. Here's some more photos and here's a little 27 sec clip:
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