So we have a show tonight on the Queens campus. Balls out.
Time to roll.
As we walked into the place, I got ID'd and my friend Ben (who
plays banjo in Graven) had to sign me in as a non-student. What
is that? Like a red A? I hate hipster socialites who think they have
something that's so beyond repute that they can act dubious,
ambiguous and exclusive. The manager of Clark Hall Pub was
really nice though - and he made us feel welcome and right at
home.
We played our set (as the first band of 5 on a night that featured
mostly hardcore acts) and seemed to get a good amount of hoots
and hollers from folks who enjoyed themselves. After our short
set, which was well received and cheered upon again when the
following band mentioned our names on stage, the drinking
began. Myself and a few friends endeavoured into this beverage
that is famous at Clark Hall called 'Turbo'. It tasted like angels
dancing in your mouth. The table of us drank much and it was a
night for the books.
I found out the next day that 'Turbo' is actually half Smirnoff
Ice and half Coors Light. I felt like a jock or a 16 year old girl
who had been taken advantage of - oh well. It definitely lived
up to its name and got us all to a good place - turbo-fast.
On the walls of bar, I noticed a chalkboard that said 'Clark
Hall (hearts) PBR'.
Hipster Heaven at Turbo Speed.
