Day 9. A Day With The Celebs

So Tris had finally let on about our adventure tonight. We had Triple A passes to see Nero...sure, I didn’t know them too well from their name. But they have had four number 1 hits and are pretty big time. Tris went to school with them, we got free entry, secluded area and able to go back stage. Big Time? Yes I’d think so. But this was hours away, our day had only just began, and I am sure that by now you can guess what we spent our first two hours doing? Yes, the gym. Although our 7 day pass was now up, so like most gypsies we’d have to up sticks and leave. After that we had the conversation of me having to do work and not being able to play. But good thing I did, I sent 100 e-mails today, admittedly I did have about 10 come back with ‘Unknown e-mail address’ but it’s a numbers game.

After that our regular coffee shop was calling and with the beating sun meant there was a huge queue. Why we go? I don’t know, but it feels like an actor’s hang out. Tris was going to get his hair cut and I thought I’d join him. He got the young girl and I got the old rocker, although I got offered a beer as I arrived so felt happier. I have always been one to just get the job done, having never paid over £11 I didn’t understand the words ‘pampering’ and ‘haircut’ in the same sentence. But a pampering I got, a good head massage and then we sat down. He asked what I normally have ‘errm, a two on the sides and then a short trim on top’. (Couldn’t me anymore military if I tried). He didn’t say a word just stared at my head. It crossed my mind that he was either blind or deaf, and I am all for equal rights but those are two things you really don’t want your hair dresser to be. Then I realised like a true artist he was looking at his canvas. After five minutes of silence and him murmuring to himself and picturing his master piece Van Gogh was on his way. He was chatting, again something I don’t tend to do when getting my hair cut. After a good half an hour and something that could be framed in Paris my hair was cut. Normally its $50 (Normally) but I was a first timer it was $20. They do that to get regular custom. I won’t be going again.

Back home, a couple of beers and the inner Gok Wan coming out of us and we were on our way. 

It took an hour to get three miles up the road where we met two of Tris’s friends. Both were actors from England and very friendly with a nice house. They then drove us to the Nokia Center (centre) where the gig was taking place.

It’s always the same with VIP treatment, as you watch the plebs below you having fun you think, ‘I’d love to be down there’. But I certainly couldn’t knock our tickets...well, I could, it did cost £10 a pint, yes you read correctly. But as I never paid an entry fee I still felt happy with this. We met the band afterwards, but not by going back stage. Two burley bouncers were quite clear that we had the wrong tickets. Tris being Tris demanded they get on their head sets and talk to production (maybe he thought a movie was being made back stage I don’t know). But to be fair he tried everything. Still it was a guttural ‘NO’! It didn’t matter as the band came and met us for a drink after anyway. But it was a great gig and everyone seemed up for it. Balli I have attached a video for you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX1tiWnyuQw&context=C452a6fcADvjVQa1PpcFOmM9PgMRw_U_0mrJyiisGw08KE9bsgqN4= 

I don’t think it’s as hardcore as you would have liked but you would have loved it still. 

 

We had a few more beers. And then went for food. This stop off was not your typical greasy elephants foot of a kebab and withered green tomato a usual Friday night ends in. We went to a typical ‘American Dinner’; it was like walking into Grease the musical. People skating all over the place with smiles and ‘Good ‘ay sir’. Pancakes, milkshakes and bacon spread along the tables to all ages of custom. Stop the clock a minute, its 2:30 in the morning. What kind of paradox world have I fallen upon? But it was all true to life and I had jerk chicken with an omelette and toast...at 2:30am. Crazy. There were ‘please’ and ‘thankyou’. Not some muttered Turkish ‘Thankyou’ usually translated as Piss off. That was my biggest surprise of the day, but the whole night and event was brilliant. I had done alot of work and partied like a celebrity today.

Lesson learnt: A little pampering is magical. Too much IS girly.