I went to the laundromat and while my clothes were in the wash, I walked to Olimpico for coffee. When I returned to the laundromat, the door was locked and the lady had left. Whooops! She came back after about 10 minutes(ish), and let me in to get my clothes. It had been pouring this entire time, and I stayed in the laundromat until the rain quieted down enough for me to take my clothes home. I was about halfway there before it started pouring again, and I took shelter under a balcony and was stuck there for a little over 20 minutes until the rain lightened.
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Our neighbors finally fixed their internet to where we can't use it. So Lou Lou (Nou Nou? I have no idea what this cat's name is) and I played with Photo Booth while Taurean played video games.
Once that got old, Taurean and I decided to walk to Le Cagibi (the rain had finally stopped) for coffee/access to the innerwebz. We arrived to discover their power was out, so there was no wi-fi and all they could serve us were croissants, muffins, or lukewarm tea. Mmmmm. So we walked to this place called "Caffe in Gamba" (or something) and got our espresso and internet fix. We both really wanted to do something last night, but there were seemingly ZERO options for free entertainment. But my internet-scouring had proven otherwise. This is where I come clean and tell you that the evening to follow was absolutely awesome, and it was entirely my fault. I've learned how much taking initiative and being a little outgoing can make things interesting. I'd found (via rigorous Google-ing) that some random bands we'd never heard of were playing a house show downtown. We decided to check it out.
SO,
we were almost home from inGamba (or whatever), and I realized I'd lost my keys, so I walked all the way back to the café, and came home to an angry neighbor accusing us of keying his car. Buzzkill. But then we took the Metro downtown and found our way to the address of the house show, and it looked... sketchy, to say the least. The house number was painted on a graffiti-covered door squished between a closed-down Vietnamese restaurant (I think?) and an Indian supermarket. We heard no music, there were no people entering or exiting, but the door was unlocked. We sat outside and mulled over our options for about five minutes, and decided whatever it could be would be more interesting than sitting at home. Sooooo we walked in the door and up the stairs, and found several doors to several apartments, none of them labeled and none of them emanating the noise usually found at house shows. I was pretty sure it was the door with people talking on the other side and with the sign on it that looked like a "beware of dog" sign (RAMNATH!!), but it had a puppy on it and it read "DANGER: JE SUIS PETIT MAIS JE CONNAIS LE KUNG FU". Taurean refused to knock on the door, and finally I opted to man up and do it myself. The people inside opened the door and invited us in and introduced themselves and confirmed that we were in the right place. The music was pretty good,
[videos here]
and we met a lot of really cool people, and overall had a hilarious and fantastic evening.
[more videos here]
AAAAAND I'm sorry I'm cutting this so short, but Bassnectar is today and I have to go get ready.
bisous!!!
<3
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