my night as a rockstar
Ever heard of Junior Senior? They're Danish and very popular in Europe, getting bigger here. My friend recently sent an email saying she's in the band and they're touring the U.S., so on Friday I began my trip up north and stopped in Indianapolis to see her perform. They'd already played London, Paris, New York, L.A., Carson Daly, Regis and Kelly, and Sharon Osbourne's new show, and all of this got me pretty excited as she told me. The crowd was young and enthusiastic, jumping and screaming in the rain to songs like "Shake Your Coconuts" and a cover of "Push It." I will say they're better than most pop; they have interesting influences, mostly disco and funk, seems like.
Joy smiled and pointed when she saw me and told the rest of the band. She's been such a good friend, she puts me to shame. We met five years ago and it's all her fault that we're still in any contact. We've grown up a lot since we first knew each other but she's always been consistant in her friendship. It's impressive.
After their set, she took us (Amanda and me) to the band's VIP room, which was full of beer and candy. She sighed and explained that all they ever eat is candy and every place they go the venue fills their room with more candy than any teen pop band could possibly consume - plus cases of Budweiser and bottles of vanilla vodka. We immediately got drunk and ate Snickers and Twix while Justin somebody-from-American-Idol went on outside. They had a picture of Jessica Simpson's ass crack from the MTV Music Awards so we spent a while watching that video and zooming in on her butt. Justin Whoever came into the lobby and lots of girls screamed and waited for autographs. We stood on the balcony above and acted snooty. Heh heh heh.
We stuffed Amanda's purse with Snickers and carried a case of Budweiser to the hotel and continued to prepare for the After Party by drinking in Joy's room. The room wasn't especially large but the beds were singles with thick, feather comforters and lots of pillows, and we layed around flipping through a Levis catalogue since they were being sponsored and needed to pick out clothes. Everything was excessive, everyone over-accomodating. We asked one of the escorts for directions to the party and he took us out for fancy ice cream, even though none of us really wanted it. It's strange to pay for everything for a rich band.
We got into the club with Joy's VIP pass, then a second security guard caught us and asked apologetically for i.d.'s. Joy pointed to the picture of her band on the pass and said she had no i.d. "No passport or anything? What about you - do you have a passport?" I put on my best Danish accent and threw my hands up, shaking my head and saying "No, nothing." Amanda showed hers and we all went in.
On the dance floor I transformed into Dominatrix Grace, as I've been prone to do of recent months, and told off every guy that creeped up on my company. Being an asshole to assholes is half the fun of going out anymore. A few Long Islands later and I was pushing three thugs and yelling, "Get out of my fucking space! You're in our space!" and the DJ came on and told me to put my shoes back on. We left soon after.
Outside men in white suits asked if we'd accepted the lord. They looked like Pimps for Jesus. We all fired back but it was Joy that finally shook them off when one asked, "Do you accept Jesus in your heart?" and she replied, "Can you accept that we don't want to hear this right now?" Much more calm and kind than me and Amanda were ready to be but it worked.
Amanda and I walked around the empty city with our case of beer looking for the car. We thought we'd immediately find a hotel but instead she drove until 5 a.m. just to pay $80 for 7 hours of sleep. All in all, it was a fun night and we're still eating the food I took from the continental breakfast.
I turned 21 yesterday. We partied in New York with my sister, her friends and Claudette and that was a good time but it ended up being too much. I want to drink less and work on more projects. Working all those hours at City Cafe freaks me out.
Joy smiled and pointed when she saw me and told the rest of the band. She's been such a good friend, she puts me to shame. We met five years ago and it's all her fault that we're still in any contact. We've grown up a lot since we first knew each other but she's always been consistant in her friendship. It's impressive.
After their set, she took us (Amanda and me) to the band's VIP room, which was full of beer and candy. She sighed and explained that all they ever eat is candy and every place they go the venue fills their room with more candy than any teen pop band could possibly consume - plus cases of Budweiser and bottles of vanilla vodka. We immediately got drunk and ate Snickers and Twix while Justin somebody-from-American-Idol went on outside. They had a picture of Jessica Simpson's ass crack from the MTV Music Awards so we spent a while watching that video and zooming in on her butt. Justin Whoever came into the lobby and lots of girls screamed and waited for autographs. We stood on the balcony above and acted snooty. Heh heh heh.
We stuffed Amanda's purse with Snickers and carried a case of Budweiser to the hotel and continued to prepare for the After Party by drinking in Joy's room. The room wasn't especially large but the beds were singles with thick, feather comforters and lots of pillows, and we layed around flipping through a Levis catalogue since they were being sponsored and needed to pick out clothes. Everything was excessive, everyone over-accomodating. We asked one of the escorts for directions to the party and he took us out for fancy ice cream, even though none of us really wanted it. It's strange to pay for everything for a rich band.
We got into the club with Joy's VIP pass, then a second security guard caught us and asked apologetically for i.d.'s. Joy pointed to the picture of her band on the pass and said she had no i.d. "No passport or anything? What about you - do you have a passport?" I put on my best Danish accent and threw my hands up, shaking my head and saying "No, nothing." Amanda showed hers and we all went in.
On the dance floor I transformed into Dominatrix Grace, as I've been prone to do of recent months, and told off every guy that creeped up on my company. Being an asshole to assholes is half the fun of going out anymore. A few Long Islands later and I was pushing three thugs and yelling, "Get out of my fucking space! You're in our space!" and the DJ came on and told me to put my shoes back on. We left soon after.
Outside men in white suits asked if we'd accepted the lord. They looked like Pimps for Jesus. We all fired back but it was Joy that finally shook them off when one asked, "Do you accept Jesus in your heart?" and she replied, "Can you accept that we don't want to hear this right now?" Much more calm and kind than me and Amanda were ready to be but it worked.
Amanda and I walked around the empty city with our case of beer looking for the car. We thought we'd immediately find a hotel but instead she drove until 5 a.m. just to pay $80 for 7 hours of sleep. All in all, it was a fun night and we're still eating the food I took from the continental breakfast.
I turned 21 yesterday. We partied in New York with my sister, her friends and Claudette and that was a good time but it ended up being too much. I want to drink less and work on more projects. Working all those hours at City Cafe freaks me out.