Pool's Back For Summer!

This just in - Pool Parties Are Back!
Summertime in Williamsburg, Brooklyn can only mean one thing – the Pool Parties! Kicking off this years’ summer of love for rock-and-roll was Sri Lankan rap icon M.I.A. last Friday night at the infamous McCarren Park Pool, a concert venue notorious for offering the best in musical entertainment for the hipster elite. I myself was fortunate enough to catch the first show of the summer, ever so conveniently located in my very own backyard.
My best bud and I had tickets well in advance, as I knew these shows are hot and sell out fast. As we prepared ourselves for the show – myself in a tube jumper and moccasins, my friend’s tiny ass hanging out of a polyester birds of paradise print dress – we opened the windows of our tiny Williamsburg apartment and listened to M.I.A. belting out sound check, “Roadrunner, Roadrunner – goin’ a hundred miles per hour!” Our ability to hear what was happening at the pool from the comforts of our own abode gave fashionably late a whole new meaning. There was no way we could possibly miss any of the action!
As we stepped outside to embark on the treacherous fifty-yard journey across the street to the venue – a giant empty swimming pool covered in graffiti that burnt down in the late 80s – we were quickly diverted to neighboring bar Enid’s for a quick cocktail. I suppose a Bloody Mary sounded more appealing to us at the time versus the opening act DJ spinning the likes of outdated Prodigy hits and the much overplayed Peter, Bjorn and John single of last summer.
A few drinks followed by a complimentary shot of Patron from cute bartender qued our exit, but only led us to Pete’s Candy Store for one more, as we still had some time. It took only one last drink at Pete’s to quickly realize it was time to get moving before we missed M.I.A. completely.
We arrived at the scene just in time.
The sun was almost fully set as we gazed upon a sea of Brooklyn’s finest and hippest, dancing in the vast emptiness of the pool. M.I.A’s killer set included giant electro palm trees onstage and colorful Jamaican-like strands of lights dangling from the top of the stage more than fifty feet high, no doubt denoting her worldliness and multi-faceted demeanor. She wore a bobbed white-hot blonde wig with a colorful peacock-like feather headdress and was accompanied by fellow hot chick backup MCs alike also sporting wigs in shades of hot pink. In a word, this chick was hot! A ripped-to-shreds tight ass sequined emerald green dress hugged her bod as she danced around the stage with more energy that Gwen Stefani in her early days of No Doubt. She quickly shared the energy with all the “hot ladies” in the audience as she invited them to dance with her onstage not even halfway through the show. Lucky for my friend and I, we were conveniently located in the front. The two of us danced our asses off with M.I.A. herself for a solid thirty minutes. Easily the best dance party of the year!
The booty shakin’ even continued for us offstage until the show ended. We couldn’t help but shake it for the sorry kids on the other side of the fence that couldn’t get tickets and watched the show like prisoners from the outside.
I must admit, I’ve never been so thankful for the arm and leg I pay for my tiny apartment located in the hub of hipster culture – location, location, location! Looks like I’ll be front row center all summer long, swimming in the sounds of science instead of a dirty piss pool. The only thing that’s M.I.A. about this rockin’ music venue, is the chlorine