Chromeo Day 16, Geneva, SWI
The first part of the day was painless. Airport was easy, flight was good, and the person who greeted us in Geneva had Toblerones. Life was good. And, to top it off, we had a but of extra time, so we were able to go to the hotel to crash for a bit before going to the club.
Tonight was a bit of weird one. It was a corporate show for Diesel Jeans, celebrating the opening of their new Geneva location. Good for them. Where are my free jeans...? At least they took us out for a good dinner, that was a nice touch.
We went back and did the show, it seemed to go pretty well. All the Diesel-wearing folks seemed to like it. Or maybe they just liked that they were at an exclusive event... Who knows...
After we were done, we were debating wether or not to stick around. It was kind of early still and we weren't quite ready to crash. Fortunately, the decision was made easy when our hostess informed us that we had access to the bar that was in our dressing room. We ran in to a minor problem when we found out that the drinks were dispensed by a computer controlled system, but we worked out that kink in a matter of minutes. In no time at all, we were serving everyone backstage.
It was going really well for a while. Then, when I was pouring a drink for someone, the bar manager walked in. Turns out we weren't supposed to have access to the bar we were told we had access to. Oops. I played dumb for a second, pretended I was just playing with the machine and couldn't make it work, and he left the room for a minute. Then he came right back with a flashlight and inspected all the bottles. It was time to leave the room.
For a few minutes, we were successful. The manager was walking around the bar looking for us, but didn't see us. Then I remembered that every time we poured a drink, the computer spit out a receipt on the counter. This wasn't good, so I went back in on a suicide mission to recover all the receipts. Worked like a charm. Went back out in the club for a bit, manager was still on the hunt, and then the house lights came on. That was the cue to bail. We set up an elaborate system of surveillance so we could retrieve our bags from the dressing room, but that failed miserably when we turned around and the manager was standing there with the head of security. Turns out every time you pour a drink, a duplicate receipt is printed in the main office. They were coming right at me when a Diesel rep stood in the line of fire to take the heat. That was all the motivation we needed and our artist rep scurried us out the back door and in to a cab.
If nothing else, at least we took a night that seemed like nothing and turned it in to a decent story...
Tonight was a bit of weird one. It was a corporate show for Diesel Jeans, celebrating the opening of their new Geneva location. Good for them. Where are my free jeans...? At least they took us out for a good dinner, that was a nice touch.
We went back and did the show, it seemed to go pretty well. All the Diesel-wearing folks seemed to like it. Or maybe they just liked that they were at an exclusive event... Who knows...
After we were done, we were debating wether or not to stick around. It was kind of early still and we weren't quite ready to crash. Fortunately, the decision was made easy when our hostess informed us that we had access to the bar that was in our dressing room. We ran in to a minor problem when we found out that the drinks were dispensed by a computer controlled system, but we worked out that kink in a matter of minutes. In no time at all, we were serving everyone backstage.
It was going really well for a while. Then, when I was pouring a drink for someone, the bar manager walked in. Turns out we weren't supposed to have access to the bar we were told we had access to. Oops. I played dumb for a second, pretended I was just playing with the machine and couldn't make it work, and he left the room for a minute. Then he came right back with a flashlight and inspected all the bottles. It was time to leave the room.
For a few minutes, we were successful. The manager was walking around the bar looking for us, but didn't see us. Then I remembered that every time we poured a drink, the computer spit out a receipt on the counter. This wasn't good, so I went back in on a suicide mission to recover all the receipts. Worked like a charm. Went back out in the club for a bit, manager was still on the hunt, and then the house lights came on. That was the cue to bail. We set up an elaborate system of surveillance so we could retrieve our bags from the dressing room, but that failed miserably when we turned around and the manager was standing there with the head of security. Turns out every time you pour a drink, a duplicate receipt is printed in the main office. They were coming right at me when a Diesel rep stood in the line of fire to take the heat. That was all the motivation we needed and our artist rep scurried us out the back door and in to a cab.
If nothing else, at least we took a night that seemed like nothing and turned it in to a decent story...
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