Dear Julie Steinberg,
I had resigned myself to the sad fact that we would not be seeing Tokyo Police Club because it was sold out. None of the ticket sellers on Craiglist seemed legit, but then I happened upon your post less than 24 hours before the show, "Re: Two Tickets to see Tokyo Police Club @ Webster Hall FACE VALUE - $36." Now I wasn't sure if that meant you were selling tickets or looking to buy tickets at face value. But alas, you were selling them!
We agreed that I would drop an envelope with the money at the concierge in your building on the Upper West Side since you wouldn't be in the city. The concierge knew right away who I was when I told him that I was picking up an envelope. And it was not the least bit awkward when he asked if it would be okay to check the envelope for $36, and I checked the ticket print outs. He even told me to, "Enjoy the show!"
As with any purchase off of Craigslist, we were slightly skeptical about the tickets. We prayed to the Show Gods that there would be no issues as it got scanned. And there weren't.
So thank you, Julie Steinberg, for being making two girls very happy by selling them your tickets. You obviously have great taste in music, and maybe we'll catch you at a show sometime.
Love,
Enola Gay
Friday, February 27, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
003
Dear Mustache Boy,
So, we've figured out who you are! The day before the show, we went to look up the other bands that would be playing. One of them was Darwin Deez. As we were looking through his pictures, we came across one with him and another guy... one with a great mustache and a fierce snow tiger sweatshirt. We had to take another look at it to take in the pure awesomeness. We thought "Hey, maybe he'll be at the show tomorrow!"
Little did we know that he most definitely WOULD be at the show the next day, but because we're a little slow, it took us a minute to realize that it was indeed you! The same mustache boy.
We decided to do a little research, and behold... you're in a band.
Again, we'd just like to compliment your fantastic mustache, and hey, your band is good! Happy, catchy tunes, horns, oh dang! It's all wonderful.
Perhaps you'd like to be friends with two girls who like mustaches and awesome sweatshirts.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
So, we've figured out who you are! The day before the show, we went to look up the other bands that would be playing. One of them was Darwin Deez. As we were looking through his pictures, we came across one with him and another guy... one with a great mustache and a fierce snow tiger sweatshirt. We had to take another look at it to take in the pure awesomeness. We thought "Hey, maybe he'll be at the show tomorrow!"
Little did we know that he most definitely WOULD be at the show the next day, but because we're a little slow, it took us a minute to realize that it was indeed you! The same mustache boy.
We decided to do a little research, and behold... you're in a band.
Again, we'd just like to compliment your fantastic mustache, and hey, your band is good! Happy, catchy tunes, horns, oh dang! It's all wonderful.
Perhaps you'd like to be friends with two girls who like mustaches and awesome sweatshirts.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
Sunday, February 22, 2009
002
Dear Mustache Boy,
Who are you? We just wanted to compliment you on your fantastic baby blue Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and your lovely mustache. You may or may not have noticed, but we were staring at you the entire night. It is highly probable that you did not notice because you seemed to be a bit ADD-ish as you were constantly moving around the room, looking around and fidgeting.
We would also like to to compliment you on your cool dance moves. It is safe to say that we have never seen anyone dance quite the way you do. It was pretty awesome how you got so excited and really busted out your moves when My Teenage Stride played "Ears Like Golden Bats." Like wow.
Anyway, maybe we'll see you at another show and you can show us how to dance like you. Or maybe you can let us comb your mustache. That would be swell.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
This is you:
Who are you? We just wanted to compliment you on your fantastic baby blue Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and your lovely mustache. You may or may not have noticed, but we were staring at you the entire night. It is highly probable that you did not notice because you seemed to be a bit ADD-ish as you were constantly moving around the room, looking around and fidgeting.
We would also like to to compliment you on your cool dance moves. It is safe to say that we have never seen anyone dance quite the way you do. It was pretty awesome how you got so excited and really busted out your moves when My Teenage Stride played "Ears Like Golden Bats." Like wow.
Anyway, maybe we'll see you at another show and you can show us how to dance like you. Or maybe you can let us comb your mustache. That would be swell.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
This is you:
001
Dear Todd,
All excited at the prospect of seeing My Teengage Stride and checking out a venue we've never been to, we dragged our asses on our favoritest train, the G to get to L.I.C. That should have been easy enough, right? But the directions we had were retarded and had us cursing for at least 5 blocks in the wrong direction. When we finally figured out where the venue was by way of the smell of steak, (Oh yeah, the show was at The Jackson [Steakhouse]...) we were a bit confused by all the 5 year olds running around outside... That confusion was just multiplied exponentially once we were inside. Either the people were 80 years old or 5 years old with a few 35 year olds sprinkled in.
We were upset that we missed the opening act, Darwin Deez who apparently had fantastic dancing capabilities. We sulked in the back corner next to a mysterious door after The Bridesmaids. Much to our surprise, there was steak through that door. One of the bartenders insisted on going in and out of that door, every time wafting the smell of meat and potatoes into our nostrils. As much as we might enjoy a nice steak, we don't think it's necessary that the room should smell like meat while trying to enjoy the music that is being played.
Finally, Knight School was over and we decided to get up and stand in the front of My Tennage Stride. We had a perfect view, until the tallest hipser men in the venue decided to stand DIRECTLY in front of us, obstucting our view of the entire band. We ended up having to watch the band in the mirror on the wall... so sad.
Needless to say, all this made for a more than moderately upsetting night. And on top of that, you, Todd, were nowhere to be found. Why is that? Could it be because you knew that the show at 92Y would be a kajiliion times more fun with rainbows, unicorns, puppies and balloons?
Of course.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
Expect a kick in the bawlz the next time we see you.
P.P.S.
Despite all of this, we still like your sweaters... the green one with the clovers especially.
P.P.P.S.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day. We're sure you'll be wearing that sweater soon.
All excited at the prospect of seeing My Teengage Stride and checking out a venue we've never been to, we dragged our asses on our favoritest train, the G to get to L.I.C. That should have been easy enough, right? But the directions we had were retarded and had us cursing for at least 5 blocks in the wrong direction. When we finally figured out where the venue was by way of the smell of steak, (Oh yeah, the show was at The Jackson [Steakhouse]...) we were a bit confused by all the 5 year olds running around outside... That confusion was just multiplied exponentially once we were inside. Either the people were 80 years old or 5 years old with a few 35 year olds sprinkled in.
We were upset that we missed the opening act, Darwin Deez who apparently had fantastic dancing capabilities. We sulked in the back corner next to a mysterious door after The Bridesmaids. Much to our surprise, there was steak through that door. One of the bartenders insisted on going in and out of that door, every time wafting the smell of meat and potatoes into our nostrils. As much as we might enjoy a nice steak, we don't think it's necessary that the room should smell like meat while trying to enjoy the music that is being played.
Finally, Knight School was over and we decided to get up and stand in the front of My Tennage Stride. We had a perfect view, until the tallest hipser men in the venue decided to stand DIRECTLY in front of us, obstucting our view of the entire band. We ended up having to watch the band in the mirror on the wall... so sad.
Needless to say, all this made for a more than moderately upsetting night. And on top of that, you, Todd, were nowhere to be found. Why is that? Could it be because you knew that the show at 92Y would be a kajiliion times more fun with rainbows, unicorns, puppies and balloons?
Of course.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
Expect a kick in the bawlz the next time we see you.
P.P.S.
Despite all of this, we still like your sweaters... the green one with the clovers especially.
P.P.P.S.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day. We're sure you'll be wearing that sweater soon.
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