jenn, the octagenarian party animal
Oct. 23rd, 2005 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swingchickiei swear, i feel like i'm 80 years old. i was out until 3am last night, and i'm just not made for doing that anymore. my feetsies feel like they're made of shattered glass, my back is sore, my mouth is dry and i wish whoever is squeezing my head with a vice would just knock it off.
i had tickets to the jamiroquai concert last night. anyone who knows me knows that my 2 favorite bands in the world are simply red and jamiroquai, neither of whom ever tour in the states (like, every 5 years or so), so it's a huge deal for me when there's a show booked in the area. i got tickets a couple of months ago to see them at the roxy (non-bostonians: a huge dance club in the city), and i found out later that it sold out in under an hour, so i totally lucked out. i brought my girlfriend from work T, and her friend D who is 45 and married with 3 kids, but who looks 30 and can party like a rockstar. originally we were all going to head to the show together... but then yesterday afternoon, T called me and was like, "D is coming to my house at 6" (the show was starting at 7). so i told her i'd meet her there, and gave her their 2 tickets. the concert was general admission, and i'm sorry, if i'm going to spend money on a ticket, i want a good experience. i don't want to miss half the show, or have a crappy vantage point in the back of 1,000 people, or whatever. so i told them to find me somewhere near the left of the stage.
turns out, i managed to get right up against the stage! w00t! i got there around 5:30 and stood in the rain with about 20 other ticketholders, and they finally opened the doors at 6 (at which point the line was down the block) to get us out of the cold. it's a miracle i wasn't a bigger mess -- i'd done this crazy eye makeup with big swoops of aqua liquid liner and silver glitter, and i expected that half of it was washed down to my chin since i was out there without an umbrealla. it wasn't, but my awesomely poofed and sprayed big curly 'fro hairdo had been condensed down to a small hardened ball of polymer on my head. ugh. so i stood up at the stage, nursing my drink and making friends with the folks around me, and by the time the show started T and D were nowhere to be seen, so i just let myself get swept up in the show and figured i'd find them later. (turns out they arrived at 7:30. i'm SO glad i went on my own.)
the concert was just phenomenal. being up against the stage to watch jay dance around... *drool* he was in his typical tracksuit and crazy hat (this one was a big indian headdress, with the "feathers" made out of black metallic plastic, studded with rhinestones), and he just put on such an amazing show. seriously, if any of you like techno, acid jazz, or funk, or any combination of the three, you HAVE to make time to see this band live. just do it. it's such an experience. T and D, who barely knew the band, were completely blown away. they performed non-stop with no opening act, just 2 hours of funkadelic trippiness and everyone dancing their asses off. glorious.
we were hoping to stay and dance at the club after the show, but the roxy booted everyone out so that they could charge a cover for everyone to come back in. forget it. so we figured we'd have a drink up at the top of the hub. 45 minute wait to even take the elevator up there. ugh. so we left the car at the Pru and walked through the freezing rain to find a place to sit and have a drink. it took quite a while to find one -- the head of the charles regatta is this weekend, and every bar was mobbed. after hobbling around for forever (my shoes were totally inappropriate comfort-wise) to find a palce without a line out the door, we settled in at azure, a funky upscale restaurant in the lenox hotel. we managed to get seats at the bar (thank god for my feet), and within 1/2 hour it was packed. whoa. T was a riot, she told everybody who even looked in her direction that it was her birthday, and ordered them to wish her a happy birthday. it was actually her b-day starting at midnight... but not her 21st, like she told everyone. *chuckle* she was turning 37, and she was giving a different age to everyone who asked: 21... 31... 26... finally, she just started asking people how old she looked, and whatever age they said, she'd go, "WOW! you guessed right!!!"
by 1am, i was ready to fall on my ass from exhaustion. i'd only planned to go to the concert and maybe hang for an hour, so being out drinking until the wee hours was killing me. finally D grabbed me and said, "let's go", and i was like, "thank god." i'd been chatting with this cool gal about failed relationships (she just dumped her fiancee) and her 7 cats (the ex got 3 of them), and T and D had been chatting with a couple of guys... as we started to leave, i noticed that the guys were walking us out. aw, how nice. i said to D, "wow, it's going to be a cold walk back tot he car." to which she replied, "we're not going back to the car... we're going out." oh, SWEET BABY JESUS. turns out one of the guys had totally hit it off with T, and knew one of the door guys at saint, one of the hottest clubs in boston... so he was taking us there to celebrate T's birthday. well, it WAS her birthday, and i was happy she found a nice guy who was interested in her, so i figured i'd put on a big smile and go with it.
saint SUCKED. i hated it, on every possible level. it looked like a club that had been funky and swank at one point -- big banquettes along the wall to lounge on, columns that lit up from inside in different colors, stained glass windows (i guess to go with the "saint" theme)... but jesus, it was sad. the whole place just looked dirty and old and smelled like stale beer. every flat surface was covered in spilled booze and empty beer bottles and glasses. i wouldn't sit on one of the banquettes if you paid me, they were faded and stained and just looked skeevy. all the gals were 21 and dressed to get laid (one gal in the bathroom was wearing a victoria's secret corset and slip as an outfit), and the guys were all rocking the george hamilton tans and overly gelled hair. (but, i swear to god, everyone in there was TALL. like, freakish tall. it was odd. even T, who's 5'10", noticed it... it was like a tall people's convention was in town.) T's guy bought us all beers (very nice) and we headed to the dance floor... the music was actually pretty good (techno), but because it was 1am everyone was wasted and bumping into each other and spilling their beer as they danced. blecch. but i went along with it, and bounced around a bit on the dance floor, until they thankfully turned the lights on and we could leave. (although, seeing that club with the lights on was even scarier than in the dark. eew.)
so, that was my big rockstar night. got to see a kickass concert, got a couple of smiles from jay (whee!), had some drinks and laughs with the gals and got a reminder why i don't go to regular dance clubs on the weekends. now somehow i have to rally and clean this apartment today... i'm going to have to give my notice to my apartment company tomorrow, and they're going to want to start showing it immediately. and it's a PIT. ugh.
i had tickets to the jamiroquai concert last night. anyone who knows me knows that my 2 favorite bands in the world are simply red and jamiroquai, neither of whom ever tour in the states (like, every 5 years or so), so it's a huge deal for me when there's a show booked in the area. i got tickets a couple of months ago to see them at the roxy (non-bostonians: a huge dance club in the city), and i found out later that it sold out in under an hour, so i totally lucked out. i brought my girlfriend from work T, and her friend D who is 45 and married with 3 kids, but who looks 30 and can party like a rockstar. originally we were all going to head to the show together... but then yesterday afternoon, T called me and was like, "D is coming to my house at 6" (the show was starting at 7). so i told her i'd meet her there, and gave her their 2 tickets. the concert was general admission, and i'm sorry, if i'm going to spend money on a ticket, i want a good experience. i don't want to miss half the show, or have a crappy vantage point in the back of 1,000 people, or whatever. so i told them to find me somewhere near the left of the stage.
turns out, i managed to get right up against the stage! w00t! i got there around 5:30 and stood in the rain with about 20 other ticketholders, and they finally opened the doors at 6 (at which point the line was down the block) to get us out of the cold. it's a miracle i wasn't a bigger mess -- i'd done this crazy eye makeup with big swoops of aqua liquid liner and silver glitter, and i expected that half of it was washed down to my chin since i was out there without an umbrealla. it wasn't, but my awesomely poofed and sprayed big curly 'fro hairdo had been condensed down to a small hardened ball of polymer on my head. ugh. so i stood up at the stage, nursing my drink and making friends with the folks around me, and by the time the show started T and D were nowhere to be seen, so i just let myself get swept up in the show and figured i'd find them later. (turns out they arrived at 7:30. i'm SO glad i went on my own.)
the concert was just phenomenal. being up against the stage to watch jay dance around... *drool* he was in his typical tracksuit and crazy hat (this one was a big indian headdress, with the "feathers" made out of black metallic plastic, studded with rhinestones), and he just put on such an amazing show. seriously, if any of you like techno, acid jazz, or funk, or any combination of the three, you HAVE to make time to see this band live. just do it. it's such an experience. T and D, who barely knew the band, were completely blown away. they performed non-stop with no opening act, just 2 hours of funkadelic trippiness and everyone dancing their asses off. glorious.
we were hoping to stay and dance at the club after the show, but the roxy booted everyone out so that they could charge a cover for everyone to come back in. forget it. so we figured we'd have a drink up at the top of the hub. 45 minute wait to even take the elevator up there. ugh. so we left the car at the Pru and walked through the freezing rain to find a place to sit and have a drink. it took quite a while to find one -- the head of the charles regatta is this weekend, and every bar was mobbed. after hobbling around for forever (my shoes were totally inappropriate comfort-wise) to find a palce without a line out the door, we settled in at azure, a funky upscale restaurant in the lenox hotel. we managed to get seats at the bar (thank god for my feet), and within 1/2 hour it was packed. whoa. T was a riot, she told everybody who even looked in her direction that it was her birthday, and ordered them to wish her a happy birthday. it was actually her b-day starting at midnight... but not her 21st, like she told everyone. *chuckle* she was turning 37, and she was giving a different age to everyone who asked: 21... 31... 26... finally, she just started asking people how old she looked, and whatever age they said, she'd go, "WOW! you guessed right!!!"
by 1am, i was ready to fall on my ass from exhaustion. i'd only planned to go to the concert and maybe hang for an hour, so being out drinking until the wee hours was killing me. finally D grabbed me and said, "let's go", and i was like, "thank god." i'd been chatting with this cool gal about failed relationships (she just dumped her fiancee) and her 7 cats (the ex got 3 of them), and T and D had been chatting with a couple of guys... as we started to leave, i noticed that the guys were walking us out. aw, how nice. i said to D, "wow, it's going to be a cold walk back tot he car." to which she replied, "we're not going back to the car... we're going out." oh, SWEET BABY JESUS. turns out one of the guys had totally hit it off with T, and knew one of the door guys at saint, one of the hottest clubs in boston... so he was taking us there to celebrate T's birthday. well, it WAS her birthday, and i was happy she found a nice guy who was interested in her, so i figured i'd put on a big smile and go with it.
saint SUCKED. i hated it, on every possible level. it looked like a club that had been funky and swank at one point -- big banquettes along the wall to lounge on, columns that lit up from inside in different colors, stained glass windows (i guess to go with the "saint" theme)... but jesus, it was sad. the whole place just looked dirty and old and smelled like stale beer. every flat surface was covered in spilled booze and empty beer bottles and glasses. i wouldn't sit on one of the banquettes if you paid me, they were faded and stained and just looked skeevy. all the gals were 21 and dressed to get laid (one gal in the bathroom was wearing a victoria's secret corset and slip as an outfit), and the guys were all rocking the george hamilton tans and overly gelled hair. (but, i swear to god, everyone in there was TALL. like, freakish tall. it was odd. even T, who's 5'10", noticed it... it was like a tall people's convention was in town.) T's guy bought us all beers (very nice) and we headed to the dance floor... the music was actually pretty good (techno), but because it was 1am everyone was wasted and bumping into each other and spilling their beer as they danced. blecch. but i went along with it, and bounced around a bit on the dance floor, until they thankfully turned the lights on and we could leave. (although, seeing that club with the lights on was even scarier than in the dark. eew.)
so, that was my big rockstar night. got to see a kickass concert, got a couple of smiles from jay (whee!), had some drinks and laughs with the gals and got a reminder why i don't go to regular dance clubs on the weekends. now somehow i have to rally and clean this apartment today... i'm going to have to give my notice to my apartment company tomorrow, and they're going to want to start showing it immediately. and it's a PIT. ugh.
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