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on saturday night i partied my ass off like it was 2001 at the strokes concert. i can't say enough good things about the guys, they put on one hell of a performance. no more drunk, sloppy, slurring julian. alas, he's been replaced by a sober doppelganger, and the calibre of his performance can be attributed to such. they played almost everything i wanted to hear (no modern age?! no soma?!), and nothing i didn't. great times were had.
prior to said concert, my friends and i had dinner/drinks at Pizza Bar, this surprisingly cool new restaurant/lounge downtown. the theme of Pizza Bar is.... wait for it.... 1/2 bar, 1/2 pizza joint. after muching on some delicious prosciutto mozzeralla sticks and margherita pizzas, and throwing back a few jack & cokes, my friends and i were to receive what was quite possibly the most well orchestrated prank call/practical joke that i've witnessed in my 23+ years on this fair earth. you see, we had purchased our tickets to the show from a fellow named frank. frank is a scalper, and a shady one at that... even by scalper standards. shady phone number, shady posting on craigslist, shady voice, shady bargaining tactics, and most importantly, shady office. so as we were about to leave pizza bar, my friend michael receives a call from someone claiming to be frank. "frank" tells him that our tickets were fake. he told michael that when he picked up the tickets the day before, he got the impression that michael was a good guy, and he didn't want him to get arrested. when michael asked frank for his money back, frank repeatedly told him "my money, muthafucka". everyone at the table was frozen in utter disbelief. after haning up on frank, michael again received another call. "why'd you hang up on me, mikey? you pissed cause i got your money" michael that proceeded to curse out frank in a variety of ways, and hung up on him again. i was up next. after picking up the phone, frank tells me the same story, except that 2 tickets were fake, and 2 were real. i immediately told him that i hoped his mother was raped by a homeless person with aids, and that he burns in hell. after i get off the phone with him, i held a lighter to my ticket, b/c ticketmaster tickets don't set fire, they only smolder on the opposite side. upon doing so, i realize that i burned off the barcode on my ticket. so even though this ticket was real, i still might have a problem getting in. eventually we find out that this was all a practical joke by our friends. our tickets were indeed real, and all 3 conversations were taped. hardy-fucking-har. well, if you made it this long, thanks for reading!