Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Airborne Toxic Event: Round 3

Monday, the 6th saw me, my husband, and bff making our way to Cat's Cradle in Chapel Hill, NC (which I like to call Hipster Haven, both the venue and the town) to see my very favorite band (next to Oasis4eva) The Airborne Toxic Event. 

It was my 3rd time seeing them. I have their lyrics tattooed on my wrist. I had met and chatted with all of them except for the lead singer, my #1 music crush Mikel Jollet. I had an opportunity to see him and speak with him when I saw them the first time at the 9:30 Club in D.C. However, I choked. 

Let me set the stage for you, it was about 6:30 in the evening Lay and I had arrived at the 9:30 Club and was standing outside smoking and watching the slowly gathering crowd. A taxi pulled up and a strikingly pretty black woman stepped out with her Hipster bf/hubs/gay whichever. The woman looked ahead and grinned. I followed her gaze and there was Mikel stepping around the corner. He grinned, approached the couple hugged her shook his hand. 

I died. Actually, this is where the story varies. I say I hit Lay and said "That's Mikel!" She says I started making grunting sounds with my mouth opening and closing like a fish and once Mikel with the couple had crossed the street, walked down the block, crossed another street, and then rounded a corner out of sight I hit her and said "That's Mikel". 

Lies I say. 

After the show that night we went to the little bar under the club and the band was down there mingling and taking pictures and generally being super cool. Unfortunately, Mikel was not there. The rest of the band was though and they are really nice and SO SO PRETTY ALL OF THEM SO PRETTY.

The second time I saw them I didn't see any of them afterwards. 

This time, my third time would be different. 

After the show Mikel hung back and was meeting people in the audience. My husband shoved me at him (that's like permission to lick face). So I got there to him.
Hubby pushed me TO HIM. That's trust and love right there. 
Eyes locked. He shook my hand. Signed my tote I'd just gotten. I showed him my tattoo. This happened:

Mikel: leans back  Awww! 
Me: stares adoringly
Mikel: Throws both arms around my neck, turns towards my husband with the camera. Poses for pic.
Mikel: Leans in, says close to my ear I am going to work really hard to not ever suck at song writing so you don't ever regret getting that. 
Me: I really appreciate that. 

Guys, I am fucking smooth. 

So, I met my musical idol. Spoke actual words to him- or either he's really good at deciphering grunts. What's that you say? How did the picture turn out? Let me show you:

That's right. You're eyes are not playing tricks on you. Also, Mikel and I are not in one of the paint can shakers at Lowe's. That's my hubby's awesome camera work. This is why he's not a photographer. He did take a few good videos though. So there's that. 

Also, Mikel is shorter than I thought he'd be. 


  1. awwwwwwhhhhh and aawwwwhhh but seriously your hubby needs to practice that picture taking skill of his...aawwwhhh

    sounds like an amazing night

  2. I would kill your husband. He would be murdered.

    My wife is the exact same way. God bless her, she just sucks at taking pictures. And rather than telling me it looks like shit, she just snaps a picture and puts it away without even looking. So it's not until we get home that I realize that that super cool picture I was going to upload as my new Facebook profile picture actually looks like I was in an earthquake.

    1. you think if I killed him over the picture... would Mikel write a song about me... WORTH IT.


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