ok, if you're ever in London or if they ever make it over to the states (doubtful, but if the boosh come, they will follow) you gotta go. total girl power show to the max haha.
It was free cover (yessss) but amanda and I payed mmm about 15 dollars for two drinks (each.) we walked around forever trying to find Cargo round shoreditch. We walked forever (well maybe it wasn't forever but I was in heels, and had been all day, so it hurt) But while I was waiting for her at liverpool station, I saw THE MOST BEAUTIFUL man ever. I swear he was a model, but he looked at me too, maybe there was just something on my face, but holy shitee. You must go to shoreditch, so many good looking young guys, too bad they don't ever talk to you (except Robby(ie), but I'll come back to him) When we got there, we didn't really know what to do (oh right the doors opened at 7 but we stopped for some chicken curry at this deserted little restaurant but before that, we asked some sales lady in some store where cargo was and she LIED, she said it was down the street right before the petrol station. ohh noo, we had to ask eric the security guard inside the petrol station and it was about two more blocks down the road.) we went outside (there was a 'garden' in the place), stood there for about 2 seconds and said let's go get drinks. so we went and we got some cider drink for about 3-350 quid and some dude just steps in front of me and gets his drink and says "oh sorry were you waiting?" and this, this boy was robbie. how did we know his name? by stalking him near the bar and hearing his friend call his name. he actually was sitting at the table next to us, wearing his ski cap with the little ball at the end. he eventually left and we finished our drinks and hesitantly decided to get one more, we saw on the menu this one with 7% alcohol, the highest on the menu and decided that would be our last drink. again, it took forrreverrrr to get served cause there was a newbie bartender who completely ignored us and we were right in front of the cashier. we sat inside this time, where we stalked out robbie since he was standing near us and sitting at the same area as we were. then, ohh boyyy, then he brings this plate of empty crisps or something and says "you girls look hungry" and plops down the plate between us. we just look at each other and go 'oohhh robbie' I was turned off at this moment but amanda still thought he was cute, he did have the jew-like nose and the dark wavy jew-looking-fro peaking out beneath his ski cap. it took us forever to finish our drinks and we were stalking out the nice comfy looking booth things in one corner of the bar. there were some mighty fine cuties in the place and Sue was even chatting with some people for an hour or so (pretty cool to see, since in america, no one does that) we sat down, but had seen some creepy guy with a pony tail from earlier sitting with his friends at the table next to us (who happened to be kat von d's exhusband, oliver peck) and amanda said he was oogling me, haha. I didn't see that cause I was trying to finish my drink in time for the show.
The openers started, and i knew that they were fucking insane cause of what I saw on myspace and yea, they were that weird. But Sue was rocking out to them, they were a little too, strange, for my taste. Robots came on and Amanda and I positioned ourselves on one of the sides of the stage, right in front. But before that, we saw robbie taking pictures of the previous band and he even squeezed in a little myspace picture too. and during r.i.d.'s show, mr ex decided to peek in and walk right behind us, how convenient. too bad I don't know THAT many of their songs, but they're still awesome. my feet hurt like a motherbitch at the end and I probably looked like an asian girl wearing heels for the first time. I digress. we had to ask some (more) cuties where the station was to get home, since we didnt run into the roundabout the guy said where the station was.
ah, a good night.
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