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In case you didn't get it the first time I told you..... THE PHOTO ATLAS ARE FRIGGIN PHENOMENAL! I was lucky enough to attend both shows at Irving Plaza (They are touring with The Cinematics and The Bravery). Both sets were flawless, dancetastic, face-melting, heart-racing greatness. To quote Erica "They are definitely top 5 worthy"! I'll give you a little run down of the past two days with the boys:

Tuesday, May 29th

7:50pm- Cab ride from IDJ to Irving to meet up with the band pre-show for food and an attempt at an interview for TheDailyChorus.
8:05pm- Screw the interview, Kananers goes big time on us and treats us all to tasty sammiches at Blimpie.
8:45pm- Back over to Irving so the guys can prepare for their set.
9:00pm- The face-melting begins with "The Walls Have Eyes". Seriously, you couldn't stay still if you wanted to; the band owns Disco Punk and demands your presence on the dancefloor. I really almost had a heart attack when "Handshake Heart Attack" began. My feet still hurt from jumping up and down and I think I shook my hips a little too hard. Thankfully we got a little cool down with "Little Tiny Explosions" and rebuilt the momentum with their last song "Light and Noise". (sorry, I really can't remember the order of the songs and I dont remember where "She Was a Matador" came in, oof!)
9:45pm- Off to Mercury Lounge I go... to get into an argument with the woman collecting money cuz she didn't believe I was my boss' plus 1. So I had to pay to see a band I expected way more of and ended up missing The Cinematics.
10:45pm- Eff that ish yo! I peaced out to return to Irving and see The Bravery. I couldn't find anyone but Mark (TPA bassist) saved my life and escorted me to the backstage door where I stayed to watch The Bravery up-close! Bill (TPA guitarist) chilled with me for a little and gave me an ice cold Bud that quenched my almost insatiable thirst.
11:45pm- I was exhausted and my conscience actually spoke louder than I usually allow it to; I decided to go home instead of enjoying the after-party with the band.
Midnight- I arrive at the L train in Union Square and the woman with the robotic voice says "The next. Brooklyn bound. L.Train. will arrive. in approximately. 10.minutes" You know they only have those clock things to mess with your head right? Cuz the train still has super shitty service at night. The fricken train didn't come for 30 minutes and I ended up having to take it uptown to 8th ave, to go allllll the way back to Brooklyn. Luckily, a nice young chap gave up his seat for me.
1:00am- The same young chap ends up getting into a cab with me (the cab drivers lessen the fare but end up taking more passengers) and tries his best to smooth talk. I wasn't having it.
1:25am- I live literally 2 minutes from the Rockaway Pkwy station, please tell me why it took 25 minutes for me to get home? Oh wait, it's the cab driver decides to take all the dudes home first and charge them $3, while I lived the closest and he charges me $5. I WAS LIVID! I cursed him out and slammed the door SO hard to make a statement. But wtf did he care, he got his money.

Wednesday, May 30th

10:30am- is the time I should be at the office.... However, today it was the time I had to peel myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. I had a dream that I hung out with the band and boy did that feel real; they even rock me in my sleep....
11:45am- I finally reach the 50th street stop via the E train and as I'm walking up the stairs my shoe falls off and some old man calls me his cinderella and gives me back my shoe. YUCK!
12:00pm- 2pm: Nothing special really, just recaps of the night before and a view of the TheDailyChorus.com interview with TPA from the night before. Unfortunately, the interview gets drowned out by The Cinematics so we have to tape again.
2:45pm- The band comes in the office and the interview begins (I hate video interviews so I kept my distance and let my partner do the work)
3:15pm- Eric takes us out to lunch at Blockheads in the courtyard. Yay for Mexican food, boo for my choice. Allen (vocals/guitar) and I decided to do a Half 'n' Half (half of his kaycedilluh/half of mine). The guys told us of the bar brawl they were a part of with the Bravery and two Harley Davidson types. I'm gonna say they won, just because! Lunch ends too soon and it's back to work.
6:00pm- Eric gives me a ticket for the night's show and I quietly rejoice!
8:50pm- Arrive at Irving
9:00pm- SHOWTIME! This time Sarah and I dance uncontrollably yet tastefully to The Photo Atlas!
9:27pm- The set ends and I cry secretly because I LOVE these guys. I didn't use a perfectly valid VIP pass via Ultragrrrl and decided to leave after The Cinematics set (those guys are awesome too!!)
10:30pm- I say my "byes" and "you're awesomes" to the band and head into the NYC night towards the once again shitty L-Train. That leads to last night's post.

If you wanna see a video from the show go here and buzz Sineads!!!

ALSO, THE BAND HAS A CONTEST!!! CLICK HERE!!!!!

THE PHOTO ATLAS ARE MY LIFE!

Seriously, I don't have enough time to tell you about the AMAZINGNESS that is THE PHOTO ATLAS. So I will just tell you that they are OFFICIALLY, UTTERLY, WITHOUT A DOUBT my FAVORITE band!!!! I will tell you all about it tomorrow.

- Tegan and Sara's track 'The Con' is absolutely addicting.
- The Union Square train stations were either not accepting cash or they were closed. WTF?!?!
- A dude on the train was wearing bronze and gold sparkly high-top sneakers... move over P-Diddy. The dude sitting next to him had a slide-shaped head, the woman sitting next to him was biting her nails and it made a really loud and annoying clicking sound, and the woman sitting next to her but her bag of half-eaten pizza in a shower cap.... Only on the Brooklyn bound L.
- As a result of coming home between 3-4am for the past 5 nights, my parents told me I have to be home before the Chinese Take-out restaurizzle closes.

This is absolutely hilarious!

I warned you...

Let's talk about - this past week.

Let's talk about - everyone I know in New York is a superhero. No, seriously. I have a theory about this. I'm not going to tell it to you, but if you're my friend and live in New York, I probably think you have superpowers.

Let's talk about - Tuesday. Private Men's Club. Halloween. Kelly, I love you. Missed you all weekend - but we had Tuesday! Erica sporting sweet tights...she made. Hot. Not so hot: taking the L train alone at 3 a.m.



Let's talk about - Thursday. Stolen Transmission @ the Annex. Open bar. Bands. Kind of fell in love with The Photo Atlas. You can make me dance? I like you. Kind of fell asleep during The Horrors (wait: did I forget to mention I worked all this week at 830 am??). Conversations about the Bronx that end up in a job interview for me on Monday. (Yes.) Clinking glasses with Gideon Yago. Adrienne - and her friend Mark! Ben doing lights all night and then us walking them back to Sarah's apartment at 2 am. Erica walking down the street with a light in hand and Nick Snow with a cart o lights. "Watch out for the garbage." I carried...nothing. PureVolume Loft (night 1). Free vodka redbulls to the face. New friends Erin and Lily. Erica, Ben, and Jessica dance show. Erica and I getting dagger eyes from a girl who wanted to take Ben home. Me kind of yelling at her. Listen, he could have if he wanted to, but instead he crashed on our couch. (I get protective about that boy like he's my brother. Word.) Oh, and Sarah showing off her skills:


Let's talk about - Friday. PureVolume Loft (night 2). Free vodka redbulls to the face. Yellow dress. Acquiring the nickname Banana for the entirety of the night. DJ Rob Hitt. Erica, Meredith, Ben and I starting the dance party. Getting asked to be in a music video, dancing in my yellow dress. Valencia playing at 3 am and Erica and I flipping out even though I've never heard them before.  Standing in the bathroom line for an hour with Meredith and introducing ourselves to everybody around us. Christy Decker: "Jessica, you've had too many vodka redbulls...your heart is going to explode!" Ben going home with an awesome, Jessica-approved girl (haha I had to mention it Ben!!). Erica and I going home together and spooning. SLEEP. I FINALLY GOT TO SLEEP.

Let's talk about - catching up on all that was DVR'd this week. LOST?! LOST?! WHAT?!?!?!?!?! -and scene- Also, Erica and I laughing to the point of crying because of a Good Morning America clip on The Soup, which I can't find on YouTube anywhere, and I wish I could share with you. We watched it 5 times and I cried every time.

Let's talk about - Saturday. I suck at Guitar Hero. Is there a Drum Hero videogame?!?! I'd probably own at that. The Matches show, rocking out  (she wants to see me but not to be seen...) I seriously love The Matches. PureVolume Loft (night 3) - wait, where did all these people come from? Free vodka redbulls to the face. Erica's Clandestine Stay Gold (2) hoodie in the spotlight (yeah, she designed it. She's that cool.). Dudes complaining about my hair. Crush(ing). The Photo Atlas at 3 am - flipping out with Gurj and Erica...and some girl next to me who also loves The Photo Atlas (new friend). Mike bringing the dance party to another level. Crazy kids on the subway. Saying bye to Ben :( (effing graduate already and move to New York). L Train with Erica, Justin, and Christy. Our couch is Christy's biggest fan. Kind of in love:


Let's talk about - pick up lines heard this week.

1. "Not many girls can wear fishnets. You have to have nice knees. [stares at my knees for 2 straight minutes] Sevens." [Rejection.] "Wait, did you think I was hitting on you?"

2. "I don't want this to come off as homosexual, because I'm not a homosexual, but I love your ensemble."

3. "I'm in a band."

4. "This beer is for you." / "Thank you." / "Where you from?" / "New York...kinda. Let's go with Boston." / "I hate hate hate the Red Sox." / "Um, okay. Here's your beer back." [Then he proceeded to point at me to the next girl he hit on and shit talk. Sorry, twatwaffle.]

Let's talk about - how dirty I am after this week. I washed my face this morning and wiped my face and my towel was all dirty brown and black. Constantly smelling like smoke (blechhhhh). And coming home usually between 4 am and 7 am all week and going to work. All in the name of debauchery. Erica and I think we might be sweating vodka redbulls for the next week. And the hangover won't kick in until the day after tomorrow or something.

Let's talk about - how none of my pants fit me anymore. All week I wore skirts and dresses...because I have no money for new pants. Also, it was freezing all week. However, by Saturday I'm going, "This skirt's too long." So I hiked it up around my chest and made a dress and safety-pinned the back. Pull a shirt over it, and I'm all set. However, the length of my skirt varied throughout the night due to the fact that I did no logistical planning concerning how to keep the skirt from falling down while I bounced around all night. One hot mess. My mother rules for sending me badass purple tights - the reason I mad the skirt-slash-dress (I had to show them off, duh). My mother also rules because I'm going home next weekend for my aunt and uncle's vow renewals and she's taking me shopping for pantsssssssssss! Tights -



Let's talk about - how I friggin' love New York, and (apparently) it friggin' loves me back.