Daft Punk Keyspan Park (and afterparty) Wrapup

So....

Here's how it went. After pregame at my apt. about 15 of us took the trek on the F train to coney, 6 of us all dressed up in satin. Keyspan park was really great, the dancefloor they put down to protect the field was really soft and squishy and great for shakin'. I was looking forward to seeing the Pyramid show for the 3rd time, and finally just being able to have fun and dance and enjoy myself. Nope. Same shock and awe as both times before, hand over mouth, on head, absolute amazement. I had somehow managed to avoid seeing/hearing the encore until last night, and i must say, holy fuck!

More then spent, we took the long train back to my house, where after a quick shower and change, we headed out to the after party @ Studio B. Place was packed with a hefty line, but it seemed like if you had pre-sale tickets, there was no waiting, and we were in really quickly. Place was H.O.T.T. and doubly so if you're wearing a quilt-lined satin jacket. We're standing towards the side, when we see towards the back that Thomas and Guy-Manuel are in the back of the dj booth, talking with Sebastian, Kavinski, Sebastian Tellier and a bunch of other people who i probably should know. After maybe 10 minutes of chatting (and Guy-Manuel hiding), they quietly start walking towards the exit. I figured they would be absolutely mobbed, but i needed to go try and shake a hand or two, thank them for....everything. But to my surprise, even in blogged-out brooklyn, i dont think anyone knew who they were! I creep up to Thomas with a giant frog in my throat, and shake his hand and offer my thanks. Then i turn around and show him my Jacket. I think he was a little thrown off at first, but then after I hand him the one we made for him, he seems truly touched and flattered and sincerely thanks me. I'm speechless, and forget to even try to look for Guy-Man, and so when Thomas walked out the door with wifey, it took a nudge from my boy Noah to go outside and find his ass!

We go outside, and I see them standing in a small circle of friends outside their black stretch limo. Still terrified, I walk up to Guy-Manuel, give him his respect, and offer him a jacket as well, to which he also quietly but sincerely offers his thanks. At this point i'm just mumbling and so fucking freaked out that I cant even believe whats goin on here. I know for some of you this might be old hat, but I'm meeting the fuckin' superheroes! Anyways, i walk away dumbfounded, when i'm reminded that i went out and bought paint pens specifically for the off chance this encounter might happen. Head bowed in fear, I walk up to Thomas again (who is the nicest guy in the world, by the way), and ask him if he would sign my jacket. He says "of course", and follows by asking Guy-Manuel to sign for me (as he can see how super-intimidated of Guy I am ). They both sign for Noah and Dane and d's boy Sam as well. While Thomas is signing, he tells me how great he thinks the jackets are, and that he tried to get them made for the crew in '97, but he couldnt get them to come out as well as these! Then he says that they were their best memory of the tour! I'm melted.

After about 10 minutes of staring off into space dazed, I look up to see their limo pull away, and we go back into Studio B. I need a drink BAD, so i go up to the bar, and stand there forever waiting for some greasy motherfucker next to me taking forever to order 4 drinks. Armand Van Helden. Un-freakin believable. Shake his hand, and blabber some shit that I'm way embarrased about, and then make my way towards the front of the dj booth to give the last jacket to Busy Pedro. I force my way up onto the ledge, and push the jacket in his face, which he takes and looks down and mouths "for me?". He then holds it up for the crowd who goes nuts. Ethan is smiley.



I was done, as were my companions, and we made our way back down to park slope to call it one helluva night.


For some great pics of the night, check out The Cobra Snake, and see Noah's back, Ethan and Dane lurking in the shadows, and Rosario Dawson taking polaroids in the back of the daft limo?

Also, since music is over now, i'm turning this into a food blog. Here's my mom's recipe for Plum Cake (Try it, its easy and really delicious):

1/4 pound (1 stick) Butter, softened
1 C sugar
mix them together in a bowl
to this add:
2 eggs
1 C flour
1/2 t. baking powder
1 t vanilla extract
Mix all this together thoroughly
Pour into greased dish (9" pie pan works nicely)
Top with sliced plums
Sprinkle top with cinnamon
Bake @ 350 deg. F for approx 1 hour, until top is golden brown.