ok... i have to relate this story to you guys, because it's just too funny to me...so, i saw the rakes play a really small pub show tonight, and it was amazing... like i was as close as you could possibly be, and they played a great set, mix of new and old, and i felt i was one of the few people who had actually heard the forthcoming album, which isn't released for another month (thanks drew)... and i kept making eyes with the two guitarists, which made me feel good. unfortunately, i was alone, and as much as i wanted to stay afterwards because it was a cool place, i felt like a big loner loser. as i was walking down the street though, i saw the one guitarist walking with a box of wine, and i said "great set", and he geniunely smiled and said, in true british fashion, "thanks, cheers!" i liked that. anyway, so i met up with my roommates, who were going to this very posh, members-only club to which ena knows the door manager, so that's how we manage to get on the list. i'd been there before with them when krystal was here, and quite honestly i hate the place, because it's lame, and all the people in it are lame, and it just seems like a stupid place to flaunt how rich you are, and everyone there knows i'm not. also, it's supposed to be a celebrity hangout, but i'd never seen anyone and couldn't see how anyone cool would want to be there. did i mention that the drinks are all about $20 each? they are. but anyway, upstairs the music isn't half bad, and there just happened to be two cool-looking guys there (the only ones in the club), and they looked just as bored as me, and, being a little tipsy and bored myself, i decided to go over and point this out. they agreed, and we started chatting. here is an abridged version of the conversation that followed:
cia: so what are you doing in this place?
cute man: well, i'm staying upstairs... i was here for the nme awards.
cia: oh, cool, was it fun?
cm: yeah, it was.
(awkward pause)
cia: so... are you in a band or something?
cm: yeah.
cia: what band?
cm: uh, well, we're called mgmt.
cia: ...oh fuck. ummm...did you win anything?
andrew from mgmt: yeah, i think best international band, and single of the year.
cia: oh fuck.
(two girls walk over, one pretty, one fat, sit on the guys' laps, and they all proceed to ignore me)
cia (to emma): well, it looks like i just got shafted, and one of them is fat.
emma: well, one of them is peaches geldof, and the other is her best friend.
cia: oh fuck.
so, as it turns out, there were some celebrities there. and as usual, regardless of where i am, my life is just a long sequence of one embarassing moment after the other. god forbid someone cool should ever willingly talk or flirt with me, i just get assholes grabbing my ass iin the tube, and a guy telling me i look cool.. "like jack nicholson". what kind of compliment is that? i guess i should have had a rich dad. anyway, it is still fun in the end, and makes for good stories... but i really do miss you guys.
hope you're well,
love always,
cia
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