Say Hello to the Angels
Well, the Drunk Groupie has had a long couple of days taking off work to follow around her favorite band, Interpol.
The first show in Vegas was typical Vegas. No one cares. Bunny and I arrived in Las Vegas at around 4:30 pm on Monday. Barely enough time to don our scandalous bathing suits at the massive pool at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. We were definintely hoping for some celebrity gossip to be around, but we were sorely disappointed.
bored with the pool, we retreated to our room to get ready for the Interpol show at the Joint that evening. Oddly enough, we had run into Mr. Carlos D himself earlier that day in the parking lot (of all places) as we rolled into the hotel, so at least we knew everything was kosher (and we knew what room to find him in!).
The show was good. No Stella. And I was kinda disappointed I got no birthday shout out, although I knew better than to expect that. I also kind of got the vibe that my birthday party was not gonna happen that night. The minions were tired. The band was tired. It was all the Drunk Groupie could to do down a bottle of Jack Daniels while watching the Doors and Led Zeppelin in the true spirit of Rock 'n' Roll.
The next day we drove back in the rain. I barely had enough time to get home, nap, get dressed and go to the Greek for show number two. Luckily the night turned out to be much better than the last (except I didn't have a cool hotel room and I had to drive).
I picked up my genius friend, Irene, who was my plus one for the night. We went to the Greek, and went to the box office to get our tickets. As usually I never know what to expect and all I can do is hope that the Greek gives VIP passes to the band's guests. And they do! The "hospitality" passes got us to this amazing VIP area with food and booze and somewhere to smoke. We only had a few minutes before Interpol went on, so we just used the posh toilet and downed a beer.
The show was bittersweet for me. I hated watching them and knowing that would be the last time I would see them for a very long time. And once again, no Stella. They played a good set and the crowd enjoyed it.
Afterwards, we went back to the hospitality area and hung out and drank some more beer. Not a lot of interesting people, unfortunately. Just us minions of Carlos and Adam Brody from the OC. I think he was there with his band or something.
After a million years, it seemed like, I finally got a text from Jenny Penny saying to go to Cinespace. Well, we get to Cinespace and it's a mad house. No one had any idea what was going on. Luckily, someone heard from Carlos of Jenny and they decided not to go to Cinespace (phew!) and just to have the party at the hotel.
Off to the Riot House we went. Man, I love that hotel. I always have the bestest time there.
The smaller than usual room filled up as the night went on. Some people I knew (the minions) and some I did not. The Scarling girls were hangin' out and my biggest surprise was Jason Baron of Darkroom fame, who had just happened to stop over in LA on his way to see his mama. Aw. Somehow, he managed to not hear me when I said, "bye, I'm moving to LA." So he asked what I was doing in LA. And I was like, "did ya think I just stopped going to your bar for no reason? Even Eric knows I moved to LA." That's okay, though, cause Jason is just too damn charming for his own good. If you ever meet him, girls, watch out.
The party was in typical Interpol fashion. Stan the man the security guard was even hanging out at one point. It was typical rock 'n' roll cause there were things going on that a security guard should not know about! In fact, either should you!
The first show in Vegas was typical Vegas. No one cares. Bunny and I arrived in Las Vegas at around 4:30 pm on Monday. Barely enough time to don our scandalous bathing suits at the massive pool at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. We were definintely hoping for some celebrity gossip to be around, but we were sorely disappointed.
bored with the pool, we retreated to our room to get ready for the Interpol show at the Joint that evening. Oddly enough, we had run into Mr. Carlos D himself earlier that day in the parking lot (of all places) as we rolled into the hotel, so at least we knew everything was kosher (and we knew what room to find him in!).
The show was good. No Stella. And I was kinda disappointed I got no birthday shout out, although I knew better than to expect that. I also kind of got the vibe that my birthday party was not gonna happen that night. The minions were tired. The band was tired. It was all the Drunk Groupie could to do down a bottle of Jack Daniels while watching the Doors and Led Zeppelin in the true spirit of Rock 'n' Roll.
The next day we drove back in the rain. I barely had enough time to get home, nap, get dressed and go to the Greek for show number two. Luckily the night turned out to be much better than the last (except I didn't have a cool hotel room and I had to drive).
I picked up my genius friend, Irene, who was my plus one for the night. We went to the Greek, and went to the box office to get our tickets. As usually I never know what to expect and all I can do is hope that the Greek gives VIP passes to the band's guests. And they do! The "hospitality" passes got us to this amazing VIP area with food and booze and somewhere to smoke. We only had a few minutes before Interpol went on, so we just used the posh toilet and downed a beer.
The show was bittersweet for me. I hated watching them and knowing that would be the last time I would see them for a very long time. And once again, no Stella. They played a good set and the crowd enjoyed it.
Afterwards, we went back to the hospitality area and hung out and drank some more beer. Not a lot of interesting people, unfortunately. Just us minions of Carlos and Adam Brody from the OC. I think he was there with his band or something.
After a million years, it seemed like, I finally got a text from Jenny Penny saying to go to Cinespace. Well, we get to Cinespace and it's a mad house. No one had any idea what was going on. Luckily, someone heard from Carlos of Jenny and they decided not to go to Cinespace (phew!) and just to have the party at the hotel.
Off to the Riot House we went. Man, I love that hotel. I always have the bestest time there.
The smaller than usual room filled up as the night went on. Some people I knew (the minions) and some I did not. The Scarling girls were hangin' out and my biggest surprise was Jason Baron of Darkroom fame, who had just happened to stop over in LA on his way to see his mama. Aw. Somehow, he managed to not hear me when I said, "bye, I'm moving to LA." So he asked what I was doing in LA. And I was like, "did ya think I just stopped going to your bar for no reason? Even Eric knows I moved to LA." That's okay, though, cause Jason is just too damn charming for his own good. If you ever meet him, girls, watch out.
The party was in typical Interpol fashion. Stan the man the security guard was even hanging out at one point. It was typical rock 'n' roll cause there were things going on that a security guard should not know about! In fact, either should you!
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