Chromeo! Wherefore art thou Chromeo?

Where to begin? It's been so long since I last posted that I can hardly remember the last thing I wrote. I guess I'll start with Friday night, the night of the big show that wed all been waiting for oh so patiently. It was supposed to be a weekend filled with debauched adventures and bar hopping because I had three shows in three nights and I had an impromptu going away party to attend but it was all very up in the air until the last minute.

I decided on Tuesday that I wasn't really excited to see Champion on Thursday and that I probably just shouldn't go if I was so unfeeling towards the whole thing so I should probably just stay home and conserve my energy for the rest of the weekend.

Friday rolls around and I'm pumped because I'm on the guest list for Chromeo and I really want to see them because the last time they were scheduled to perform here, the show was canceled last-minute. It was just me and a friend so we stopped by my place after work to change and use the facilities and popped into the liquor store nearby for some refreshments which we consumed in the park behind said liquor store

We made our way further downtown after a couple of drinks and stopped off in a nearby alley to drink a little more. We started chatting and joked about how not funny it would be if cops rolled up and busted us. Then that actually happened and it put a little bit of a damper on our night (a $250 one to be exact).

We were beyond pissed but at least we were on our way to what was going to be a wicked good show. We got there and obviously our names weren't on the guest list - problem. The show was also sold out at this point - bigger problem. We waited around for probably a good half hour placing frantic phone calls but to no avail and ended up going home to bed drunk and yet strangely sobered.