This isn’t even a review.
See, what had happened was…..
I drive over to the 9:30 Club nice and early, not only to get a good spot for the sold out Gnarls show, but to check out the opener Hercules and Love Affair that everybody has been buzzing about. So I roll down to U Street, find rock star parking and make my way down to the venue. Then I realize something….I don’t have my tickets.
Damn. I run back to my car, and while I’m approaching the drivers side a woman comes and begs me for a dollar. See, she claims that she lives in Greenbelt and she needs money for the bus to get home. Usually, I’m nice to people who ask me for money, even if I don’t have any to spare. I give everybody respect, especially a sister in a dire situation. This time I was in a foul mood over the whole ticket thing and didn’t want to speak to anybody. As she pleads to me, tapping on my window with a puppy dog face, I yell at her and screeched out of the parking space leaving her in the middle of the road.
Long story short, I get back to my apartment, grabbed my ticket and shut the door to my place. And what do I realize? My keys are still inside. I locked myself out.
Karma is a bitch.
So after waiting over an hour for the locksmith and dropping $150 for the “service” and a new lock, I wearily made my way back to the 9:30 club to catch only 4 songs from Gnarls’ set.
The moral of the story is: treat people with respect. You never know when the Lord will spite you for your bad deeds.
I heard the show was awesome though.