Remember that time.....

....we greased the security guard to get into the sold-out Of Montreal show?

I know in my last post I said that I would talk about my current guilty pleasures, but yeah, I've changed my mind and have decided to tell you a little story from my past instead.

Here we go....a little bit of background information first:

Location:  Tempe, Arizona
Occasion:  Of Montreal show
Date:  Fall 2006

I went through a super indie-rock-dancing-scenester phase around this period of my life.  Every weekend = indie dance party madness.  My favorite hang at the time was this little dive in Phoenix called GLAM (which no longer exists unfortunately), if that tells you anything.  (Some might say that I'm still in this phase, but sadly, Seattle is too cool for an indie hipster dance scene it seems...Cha Cha is about as close as it gets.)  Anyway, enough of that tangent....moving on...

Of Montreal was one of my favorite bands at that time.  Quirky, different, crazy weird performances....you just can't go wrong.  Well, it was right before this band really blew up in the indie scene that they were on tour, so we didn't think the show would sell out at all.  Rather than get into the show early and sit through the unknown openers, my little crew for the night (two chicks, three dudes) headed to the pub next door for food and cheap drinks.  Certain that we would have no problem getting tickets, we took our time, got a good pre-show buzz and headed back to the entertainment venue.  When we got there....

SOLD OUT.

Shit.

What were we going to do? 

Well, all of the security guards were guys, so I did what any smart girl would do....I grabbed my cute girlie friend and headed right over.  A little flirting later, we found that we would be able to get in right before Of Montreal began, since we could all go in the bar section of the venue. 

The details:  Take the empty envelope said-guard gave to me, put in a twenty dollar bill for each person entering, and be sure to hand the envelope to him when entering, with the other guards checking our ID's.  Oh yeah....that guy was TOTALLY pocketing that cash. 

It was only about $3 more than what we would be paying for actual tickets anyway, so it was a no-brainer. 

So, what were we going to do the kill time while waiting outside at this venue....keep boozing of course.  Except this time we got original.  Enter the 7-Eleven next door.  What can you get there?  SLURPEES AND BOONE'S FARM, that's what.  All I have to say is:  blue raspberry + Strawberry Hill = magic.

And the happy ending to it all:  we made it in, we danced our asses off, saw a crazy amazing show in a small venue, and had a great story to tell.

Happy weekending, peeps.

Song of the day:  "That Time" Regina Spektor