I had a choice tonight to either see Clipse or Camera Obscura , two bands who had stellar releases in 2006, with lots of buzz surrounding them. I fully expected Clipse to sell out, but the days went by and it didn’t. Camera Obscura, however, did. And of course, being the contrary girl that I am, I suddenly really wanted to go. I managed to seek out an extra ticket and made my way to Williamsburg’s Warsaw, clad in jeans and my sweater with the strawberries on, at one with all the hipsters who were ready to be swathed in happy, twee pop sunshine.

Warsaw’s an interesting venue, if you’ve never been. It’s decorated for a prom moreso than a concert, with sparkly pink lights strung along the walls, and there’s no coat check but there is a stand in the side room where you can purchase pierogi and other Polish treats. My friends and I found a pretty good spot in the center of the room, and I stood with my Corona and bulky coat and scarf in my arms. This became somewhat of a problem later on, when the sold out crowd filtered in for the headliner and all extra breathing space was lost.