Panties
RP’s First Panties, originally uploaded by emilyrems.Royal Pink’s gig at Alphabet Lounge on Saturday was notable for many reasons.
1. The harsh reality of what it means to play a venue with no drum setup at all became abundantly clear when my valiant mentor Caryn and I, aided by LCF, dragged everything to Alphabet City from Bushwick. Even more troublesome than getting it there was tryng to load an entire kit out through a knot of bachelorettes dancing dreadfully in the middle of the club to Belinda Carlisle’s “Heaven is a Place On Earth.”
2. Our set was so hot, we got panties thrown at us for the first time (pictured above). They are striped, and of the ladies thong variety. Nice.
3. Lots of rad peeps came, including recent Lt. Gov. candidate Alison Duncan, intern Lauren, Errin’s mamma, and my excellent friend Ian, Who surprised me with a pretty purse with the giant desert-bleached jaw bone of some large deceased animal inside. He says he found the bone in Utah in a part of the desert that used to be a nuclear testing site. I hope merely owning it doesn’t make my ovaries shrivel up and turn black or something.
4. Last but certainly not least - we got paid! Royal Pink got paid! Money! For the first time evs! To rock out! We had no idea this was even part of the equation, so when the door chick handed over the bills, we started jumping up and down and shrieking in a manner that put the bachelorette party to shame.
5. To cap off the evening’s festivity, while we were waiting for the car service outside the club to load up the drums, a super-extra-crazy dude started trying to menace all the people and cars on the corner of 6th and C by screaming “Leave Me Alone!!!” over and over and over, and occasionally switching his screams up so he was yelling “I am the wolf!” instead. At first I thought it was hilarious watching the guy scream in hipsters’ faces that they should leave him alone when everyone was obviously staying as far away from him as possible, but it got less funny when he came over to us. We just turned our backs and he moved quickly on, but Caryn, whipped out her Leatherman and was brandishing it impressively just in case he returned. Eventually someone called the cops, and Alphabet City was made safe for drunk NYU freshmen once more.