Chromeo Day 5, To NYC
The first order of business today was filing a police report so the guys could make an insurance claim. That was taken care of and we were setting off on our way, but we decided to take a few minutes and comb over the hotel parking lot, just in case something showed up... There was also a small baseball "stadium" behind the hotel, and I suggested at least checking to see if maybe someone had turned it in. There was a game yesterday too, and we had hoped that maybe a baseball-loving American had done the right thing and turned it in, but there was no luck yesterday.
Regardless, I pulled up to the entrance and our tour manager jumped out (it was just the 2 of us traveling today). He went in and asked where the main office was, the reply: "We don't really have an office, check concession stands." So he did, none of them had anything, but they told him to check the merch booth, but they were only supposed to open at 3pm and it was 10am and we had to get back to NYC asap, but he walked by anyways to see if there was anyone around that could help. Turns out they were open so he asked the woman there in anyone had turned in a bag. She asked for a description so she could notify anyone, so our TM just said a "black backpack with a laptop in it.", to which the woman replied, "Oh, maybe, is it this one?" And from under the counter she produced a black backpack that contained a Chromeo laptop and sampler, thus saving our collective asses. It was shocking. Almost as shocking as losing it. We stared at each other for a minute in shock and then started cheering. It was awesome. We called the guys right away, left messages (they weren't up yet), and happily headed away having beaten the Curse of Aberdeen. Unbelievable.
When the guys finally called back, they were thrilled and also somewhat shocked. We felt like heroes. We celebrated by having a mediocre Sunday breakfast at Crossroads in Wilmington, Delaware with a bunch of retired folks.
Once we finally got back to NYC, we had to juggle some trailers in a driveway and store some gear. I finally got out around 6:30pm and went home to enjoy a night without a sound system.
Regardless, I pulled up to the entrance and our tour manager jumped out (it was just the 2 of us traveling today). He went in and asked where the main office was, the reply: "We don't really have an office, check concession stands." So he did, none of them had anything, but they told him to check the merch booth, but they were only supposed to open at 3pm and it was 10am and we had to get back to NYC asap, but he walked by anyways to see if there was anyone around that could help. Turns out they were open so he asked the woman there in anyone had turned in a bag. She asked for a description so she could notify anyone, so our TM just said a "black backpack with a laptop in it.", to which the woman replied, "Oh, maybe, is it this one?" And from under the counter she produced a black backpack that contained a Chromeo laptop and sampler, thus saving our collective asses. It was shocking. Almost as shocking as losing it. We stared at each other for a minute in shock and then started cheering. It was awesome. We called the guys right away, left messages (they weren't up yet), and happily headed away having beaten the Curse of Aberdeen. Unbelievable.
When the guys finally called back, they were thrilled and also somewhat shocked. We felt like heroes. We celebrated by having a mediocre Sunday breakfast at Crossroads in Wilmington, Delaware with a bunch of retired folks.
Once we finally got back to NYC, we had to juggle some trailers in a driveway and store some gear. I finally got out around 6:30pm and went home to enjoy a night without a sound system.
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