The Big Book of British Smiles

thanks to L to the R, I had quite possibly the best. night. in a long time. (i would say ever, but there was this one time... well you don't need to hear about that)

It all started with an innocent IM in the middle of the Day that informed me that we were going to see Doves at Bowery, on the list courtesy of her friend, lets call him J, who is the publisher of a music magazine that shall remain nameless. Freakin A, I love doves! I am so all about this... except I have class, so now its all about hoping and praying that I get out of class early. Thanks to the gods of BritPop, I learned how to make sushi in record time and was dismissed from class a good HOUR earlier than normal.

After slamming possibly the worst drink i've ever swallowed (vodka and lemonade? sounds like it should be decent, tastes like crap), we headed over to Bowery where J promptly met us and fed us with our first free drink of the night. Nice Guy, cute shoes.

And then those brit boys took the stage and played a tight, kickass live show, the likes of which I haven't seen since Interpol back at Roseland last year. mmm goodness. more drinks. J tries to convince us that we need to fly down to austin tomorrow for good ole SXSW, which in a heartbeat I would've done if I wasn't chained to my stupid desk job. Some brit boy who is being inappropriately cuddly with his ladyfriend tells us to shut up and to listen to the music. LtotheR reminds him that we can both talk AND listen, seeing as how we have the ability to mutitask. He gawks and continues to pet his woman. Doves continue to kick ass.

Show ends, we make our way downstairs for some post-show drinkage until we're escorted upstairs where Jimi, with a little bit of a cold, kindly offers me a Corona. These boys are my new loves. J and I discuss my dislike for one of his writers, who will soon no longer be writing for him, somehow I wind up on the phone with her. Unfortunately, I'm not blasted enough to say anything more than, "Dont really have any idea as to why i'm talking to you now" before I hand the phone back over. Discuss the merits of English Football with the band's manager, he's a ManCity fan (unsurprising as they're manchester boys), I'm a Spurs girl. What can you do?

But alas, like all good things, it was time for our night to come to an end... and not because I had an early flight to austin. It is official though, the FESTIVAL is in full swing.