So this one time, while waiting for the Eurostar to Paris, I saw Skrillex…read more
SKRILLEX! Brutal dubstep DJ extraordinaire!
Said sighting was all the more thrilling because I had "seen" Skrillex, in concert
In London
The very night before
Despite all the voices in my head telling me to leave him alone
I went to him to say hello.
Said "hello" actually kind of sounded like this:
"OHMYGODI'msuchahugefanofyoursIsawyouinSanFranciscoandthenlastnightinLondonandIjustthinkyou'rethefuckingshitanddidImentionIwassuchahugefan???"
At some point during the above amazing "conversation"
He asked where I was going
And I said Paris
And I asked where he was going
And he said Paris
And then I joked, "Maybe I'll come see you again tonight"
At which point he turned to his manager and said,
"Can we put her on the list?"
In my head: EEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!!!!!
From my mouth: Oh, yeah, I mean, whatever man. Cool.
He played at La Machine du Moulin Rouge
(Like, inside the old Moulin Rouge!!!!)
Observations at La Machine du Moulin Rouge:
All the bar staff wore these cute, incredibly French stripey t-shirts.
The drinks were an extraordinarily reasonable 4 euros a pop.
I learned about a new drink. It's called mojito a la champagne. It's a mojito, but you put the champagne where the soda water used to be. You should get it.
I also learned that "tequila" is also "tequila" in French.
I love the cramped, super uncomfortable smoking room at the front where you can squeeze yourself against an ungodly number of attractive Frenchmen.
I was asked if I had MDMA maybe 6 times in 2 hours.
French bouncers are maybe the nicest bouncers in the whole entire world.
French gigs are maybe the smelliest gigs you will ever go to in your life.