So,

After the treacherous drive to NYC on Friday night (see yesterday's entry) we finally pulled into the club. Everyone was tired and cranky, but luckily for us both the soundguy and the bouncers were all surly Eastern Europeans who were bent on giving us a hard time about everything. It was honestly like an episode of Seinfeld. Highlights:

- Gordon's dad, who, despite being good looking and in shape, still does look like a man who has obviously seen a few more than 21 birthdays, got carded. Hard. And unfortunately he had lost his wallet earlier in the night and had no proof that he is in fact not eighteen. He was actually almost refused entry until he pulled out the old "don't be a dick. I'm an adult and I'm not going to take this shit from you" tone of voice. Works every time.

- We waited around for three hours in order to get a 22 second soundcheck from Boris the angry Lithuanian. That wasn't actually his name, but it's funnier in my memory that way. It was good that we got this soundcheck because I like to know well in advance that I'm going to have absolutely NO monitors.

- After the show, and while I was talking to Gordon's dad outside the club, a bouncer came over to us and told us/kinda pushed us to "clear the area." Luckily there was a big pile of garbage behind me, so I got to trip into that. Arg.

- The night was redeemed for me when both of my lodging options gave me the old heave ho. There really isn't a better feeling than being abandoned in New York City at 1 in the morning with nowhere to go. Luckily (and this time I mean it) Jordan's good friend Cannon and his lovely ladyfriend Sarah were kind enough to take me in.

All in all, it was a night that made me wish I was still drinking.