Ok. So. After one of the most amazing concerts I have ever been to, we get hit with a little bit of bad news. Tommy dropped his keys in the mosh pit. If anything could ruin Tommy's night, that would be it. At this point, we're all drunk. Tired. And hungry. We grab some mexican food a few blocks down. We talk about how unbelievable Bloc Party is. How good this mexican food is tasting right now. And how the hell Tommy lost his damn keys. It tainted the night just a tad. We all decide to go back to the car, and head back over to the House of Blues, in hopes that after everything was clean, maybe they somehow managed to find Tommy's keys. We park on the next street down, and Tommy and Freddy run down to see if his keys are there. Unfortunately, they were unable to find Tommy's keys. However, their timing was impeccable, because guess who those two lucky mothafuckas saw getting ready to leave???
Lead singer Kele Okereke !!
DAAAMN. I was like 30 seconds away with my seatbelt on hahaha. And it is in fact a happy ending, because they found Tommys' keys later that night and he picked them up the next day.
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