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Infamous Infancy is Born
El Dilector and I have snagged a table at the Belmont when it occurs to me that I had popcorn for dinner.
El Dilector considers this statement for a moment and then says, “Oh shit, I forgot to eat.”
With that, we settle in to watch DJ Veg spin his tunes. “DJ Veg?” says El D. “That’s a pretty stupid name.”
We begin a discussion regarding rules for texting, and decide that for unconscious texting, there are no rules. “It would be just another weekend where I was hitting on a chick and I forgot she was there,” El D points out. He brings back a drink from the bar and cocks his head.
“I am pretty sure that was a little person working the bar. Am I really drunk?—I mean, did I really see that?”
I set down my own cocktail and go to investigate. Yes, indeed, there is a little person serving us. Unless I have the same psychedelics in my drinks as El Dilector.
“Who’s up for hanging out tonight?” I ask El D, once we have confirmed we are seeing the same crazy vision at the bar.
“GB and a couple of other Building Friends,” El D says.
And there they are, sitting at a table on the top level. GB elbows me on the head and then follows that up with a kiss. How kind of him.
Now here is the first segment of our evening during which there is a big black hole. Not because I am crazy, spinning drunk yet, but because I haven’t taken enough notes. I’m pretty sure we hang at Belmont for a while. Then we have to go to Molotov, of course, because it is there El D will sweep up.
At Molotov, I encounter a man who tells me, “You know who you look like? That pop star, whassername? Amy Winehouse.”
“Oh my God. I look like Amy Winehouse?!” I say, and dive for my compact. Where the hell did I go wrong tonight?
The stupid man has realized his mistake, perhaps. “Um, you’re a really pretty, foxy Amy Winehouse…more beautiful.”
El Dilector laughs. “Good save, dude. She’s an ugly woman.”
I’m pretty sure that guy moves on. Well, because that whole thing was over before it started. It is about then it dawns on us that El D hasn’t hit on any ladies. What is going on here? He texts one of his lady friends to rectify the situation. I am sure it says something like, “Hey hottie come now to bar.”
El Dilector peers at a group of people. “That’s a big girl right there. She looked at me and adjusted her crotch…could she be a tranny?”
And now, another segment of the night during which I am unsure what happens. I *believe* that El D’s text lady friend arrives, and he goes off to dance with her. And then I chat in broken Spanish with a guy from Puerto Rico.
After sweeping up, we head over to El D’s for After Party, and it is there that the real magic begins. Bro and Flip show up after a south Austin party, and suddenly it’s concert time! Bro pulls out the guitar, attempts to tune it, and plays. El Dilector “sings.”
Thus, Infamous Infancy is born.
It’s so totally awesome. Best 4 a.m. concert ever. (But wait—is it the only 4 a.m. concert ever?)
The playlist includes the following:
1. I’m 32…You’re 22…But I’ll Fuck You Anyway (watch it here)
2. Look At Your Foot
3. Having Fun (with Acid)
4. Juice Tiger (My Friend)
5. Don’t Lay Your Eggs On My Dreams, Sister
6. Ghost of Pedro (watch it here)
7. Pedro IV: The Early Years (watch it here)
8. Unknown (watch it here)
After the most awesome concert ever, we all head to Katz’s for breakfast. Since Milly has been asleep on El D’s couch for the past three hours (how could she sleep through the brilliance that is Infamous Infancy?) El D is insistent that we wake her and ask her to join us. She is slow to wake up, and El D says, “Wait, we haven’t asked her properly.”
I’m not sure what the proper method of asking someone to breakfast at 7 a.m. is, but she is roused and joins us after all.
At Katz’s, El D asks for the juice list, which includes roughly 17 kinds. Flip asks again. The waiter says very kindly, “I will kill you.”
The sun is up, Infamous Infancy has played a great concert, the waiter doesn't think we are as funny as we do, and it’s time to go home. Kisses!
-Shakira 06.24.09
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