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Last night, Rob and I saw one of his goober dreams bands, I'm From Barcelona, and Rob's people-powers worked through me. I hope this means that I've inherited some of his
This band has 29 members and is from Sweden. Their songs' are mostly about friends, love, dreams, and happy times. There were lots of balloons and bursts of rainbow confetti and smiles (and no messy drunks!). The show itself was in a room behind a bar, so Rob and I moseyed into the bar after the show was done. Slowly, band members started appearing, talking with people from the audience, etc.
I happened to be standing near a couple of them when a slightly sauced fan came up and announced that he was buying drinks for anyone in the band (many). After he came back with their orange martini affairs, he asked me (ME!) if I wanted one (free drink: +points).
I said "Hey sure! Gin for me!"
"On the rocks?"
"YEAH"
He brought it over, raised his glass (he'd gotten the same) to toast, and asked, "So what do you say in Sweden for cheers?"
Me: "How should I know? I've never been to Sweden."
"Wait, what? You're not in the band?" (he thought I was with the band: +points)
Then he gave me a high-five for conning a drink out of him, and told his sister (who also gave me a congratulatory high-five), several band members, and anyone nearby. But I really don't know what conning I did--I was just standing there.
My trick was apparently very impressive, though, and Rob and I talked with our new friend Mike for a while about inconsequential things. Mike decided that it must have been my "fancy clothes" and "natural air of confidence" (haha) that fooled him. I said it was probably my nerd specs (which I suppose are hip now because they are so unstylish). He also told me that he'd never before met a girl who orders straight gin, so I got props for that too (i'm hardcore: +points).
Later Rob and I were standing up against a wall while I slurped my enormous glass of gin (this drink was free, and I was determined to enjoy all of it), and a creepster who looked like corey feldman tipped his hat as he passed by.
Rob leaned in and whispered to me, "Did you see that??" (class move: +points).
While Rob was collecting hugs and photos (coming soon to Facebook) with all of I'm From Barcelona, I spotted the violinist from one of the opening bands. I went up to him, and we talked about what they played bla bla, the violin bla bla, concerts bla bla. Eventually he said, "So you guys are headed to California next, right?"
Me: "Oh, ha, no, I'm not in the band." (it happened again: +points)
Upon my leaving, he complemented my glasses.
Rob and I received many particularly firm hand shakes from several people in the band, who were very friendly and often pretty odd in a wonderful way.
I was proud that I drank my free drink like a pro. We went to the diner afterward for silver dollar pancakes.
Now I have too much schoolwork to live, and I hope I don't have to go to moneywork this afternoon as well, for I do not have time.
My parents return tonight, and I kind of do not want.
This band has 29 members and is from Sweden. Their songs' are mostly about friends, love, dreams, and happy times. There were lots of balloons and bursts of rainbow confetti and smiles (and no messy drunks!). The show itself was in a room behind a bar, so Rob and I moseyed into the bar after the show was done. Slowly, band members started appearing, talking with people from the audience, etc.
I happened to be standing near a couple of them when a slightly sauced fan came up and announced that he was buying drinks for anyone in the band (many). After he came back with their orange martini affairs, he asked me (ME!) if I wanted one (free drink: +points).
I said "Hey sure! Gin for me!"
"On the rocks?"
"YEAH"
He brought it over, raised his glass (he'd gotten the same) to toast, and asked, "So what do you say in Sweden for cheers?"
Me: "How should I know? I've never been to Sweden."
"Wait, what? You're not in the band?" (he thought I was with the band: +points)
Then he gave me a high-five for conning a drink out of him, and told his sister (who also gave me a congratulatory high-five), several band members, and anyone nearby. But I really don't know what conning I did--I was just standing there.
My trick was apparently very impressive, though, and Rob and I talked with our new friend Mike for a while about inconsequential things. Mike decided that it must have been my "fancy clothes" and "natural air of confidence" (haha) that fooled him. I said it was probably my nerd specs (which I suppose are hip now because they are so unstylish). He also told me that he'd never before met a girl who orders straight gin, so I got props for that too (i'm hardcore: +points).
Later Rob and I were standing up against a wall while I slurped my enormous glass of gin (this drink was free, and I was determined to enjoy all of it), and a creepster who looked like corey feldman tipped his hat as he passed by.
Rob leaned in and whispered to me, "Did you see that??" (class move: +points).
While Rob was collecting hugs and photos (coming soon to Facebook) with all of I'm From Barcelona, I spotted the violinist from one of the opening bands. I went up to him, and we talked about what they played bla bla, the violin bla bla, concerts bla bla. Eventually he said, "So you guys are headed to California next, right?"
Me: "Oh, ha, no, I'm not in the band." (it happened again: +points)
Upon my leaving, he complemented my glasses.
Rob and I received many particularly firm hand shakes from several people in the band, who were very friendly and often pretty odd in a wonderful way.
I was proud that I drank my free drink like a pro. We went to the diner afterward for silver dollar pancakes.
Now I have too much schoolwork to live, and I hope I don't have to go to moneywork this afternoon as well, for I do not have time.
My parents return tonight, and I kind of do not want.