Days 13 and 14

There's a reason I didn't write anything yesterday. Didn't have a damn free second to do so. Work was absolute HELL yesterday and I didn't get out of the office until after 8 or so. That was lovely. I have a bad feeling that is going to end up happening quite often though. Joy.

But last night proved to be quite interesting and provides plenty of fodder to write on.

So I had mentioned that I was going to see the Streets. I was excited. As I pounded a few beers at home while finishing up some last second emails, I was getting even more excited. As I boarded the tube, I got more excited. As I got off the tube in Brixton, MORE excited.

Seems to be a nice/large/rowdy crowd, people drinking in the streets (funny) etc. Party! So I ask a girl where the venue is, and with the thickest female British accent I have heard yet, it goes

Her: "You finkin' of seeing the Streets?"

Me: "Hell yeah!"

Her: "Well, the venue is that way, but it don't matta. Show's canceled"

Me: "Shit."

I walk down the street anyways, and sure enough it is canceled. Power failure in the area, the venue was pitch black. Fantastic.

So I'm already in this new area, so I just go into the nearest bar, appropriately named "Plan B", which is slam packed with the other concert goers, dancing to the Streets. Which I found frustrating, considering that I have heard the Streets plenty of times on a cd, never live.

Hung out there for a while, then went to the next bar, which had even adjusted their chalkboard out front to say something clever about the Streets. Had some pints there, laughed at drunk British kids dancing, and made my way home, where I proceeded to hit up the Duke of York, which resulted in me feeling like crap today. Worth it though.

Tonight is attempt #2 at seeing a live show, Mindless Self Indulgence.