Granada Theater and I recently commenced a relationship; and though it was young, it was full of promises. We planned of late nights, bodies embraced, souls intertwined, and hearts pulsating to my favorite artists. The first time we were together, our bodies swayed to Andrew Bird‘s voice. It was magic.

Last night, I giddily prepared for our second rendezvous. Granada promised me Crystal Castles and I couldn’t refuse. I dressed up, put on my dark eyelids, and braced myself for what I hoped to be a perfect threesome: Me, Alice, and Granada.

The line was long, but I didn’t mind. The wait lasted 2 hours, but I would’ve waited another 2. They announced the technical difficulties and delay, but I was not deterred. I just wanted to step inside, enjoy the music, and dance with my friends, Glowjangles and Deepupyourellum. We somehow finagled our way to the front doors, and anxiously waited to step inside. But alas, Granada broke my heart. It denied me, and sent me home with nothing more than a promise for a refund. No raincheck, no pity hug. A cold-hearted goodbye, and I was off.

As I saunter off dejected, the question arises: Do I give Granada another chance for Fischerspooner?

UPDATE: Granada’s Story and VEGA’s Story (Opening Act)

UPDATE (4.16.09): In addition to a full refund, Granada has offered a free ticket to a future show! I have to say, Granada sure knows how to treat a girl.