(Recounting the events of Saturday the 5th of May ’07)
Neosupervital, bless you … oh yes, of course, the review. Reviewing this one alone and having forgotten where Whelan’s was, I got a taxi from Dame Street (a bit of waste considering). I was really rather early so I had the first soft drink du nuit and made some early notes. The staff was mostly made up of young and attractive people in stark contrast to the ye olde fittings of the bar. Faced with a larger wait than expected I decided to have 1 Kopparberg Pear Cider (Which is great BTW, if anybody from Kopparberg’s or Richmond is reading : ‘ ).
Now in the stage bar, I met a fella who managed the trifecta of Out-Sizing, Out-Dublin-ing and Out-Balding me. He had an upcoming appointment planned with visiting movie star, Harvey Keitel and assured me of the quality and hi-jinks coming with the main act.
The first band – Oppenheimer – played to a low attendance at that stage but the music soon had won these over. A bar girl (who I would chat to later that night) asked to use my pen to take down the band’s name. Chatting later to Oppenheimer (first to Shaun and then to Rocky), I have to say I’d be hard pressed to find a couple of nicer lads. Neosupervital did a good show , singing, dancin’, bribing people with badges, the whole shebang! People took there time to get into dancing mode though, waiting for the proper alcohol to common sense ratio.
Having left after the show, I made my way down to Dame Street whilst trying to contact lads I had arranged to meet after the gig; I needed to find out where they were. Unsuccessful I stopped at Apache Pizza for a Ham and Cheese Bagel (Which are great BTW, if…eh… ah well, I think you know the drill : ‘ ), only to have them txt me a say they were up in Whelan’s. Having made my way back and with quite a bit of searching, I finally found them on the upstairs Mezz-cony (or is it Bal-enine?).
Mindful to catch up (and successful mostly too) with my friend’s alcohol consumption I made my way to the bar. Solely posted there was the same bar girl from downstairs earlier. Having to deal with a large of amount of custom alone, her movements were quick, decisive and bordering on the balletic, I was impressed. As I chatted briefly with her about the band I was aware of attraction on my part, my quiet desperation was being shout across the bar. Chalk it down to the drink, methinks.
People began to separate and leave when the last of us, myself and another lad head down to the quays to catch taxi’s home.
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