Giant Step's Resident Does CMJ: Day 3

8:30 PM - Kick things off with a non-CMJ event: H&M/Comme Des Garçons preview at Espace. The collection is lots of polka dots and ambitious cuts. Clown couture. The space looks like a convention hall and the DJ set-up is in a high cramped corner of the club that was clearly not made for DJ set-ups. Pick up gift bag with a magazine and some perfume.

10:00 - At Ben Sherman store in Soho. Missed The Teenagers but catch White Lies instead. They are ok. My friends and I agree that they are very cute and far too young. I try Bud Lime for the first time and it is refreshing. Tastes like lime and bubblegum. Highlight of the night so far.

10:40 - Just spent 30 minutes waiting in line for the bathroom. I tell my friend it's adorable that she keeps taking pictures of everything. She tells me "I'm Asian!"

11:40 - AfroPunk event at Santos Party House. Run into Peter Hadar and we both try to hustle each other to get in quicker. U-God goes on. Does verses from "Older Gods," "Cherchez La Ghost" and "Uzi." People stop caring when he does his solo stuff. We sniff the Comme Des Garçons/H&M perfume which smells like poo-stained fingers.

12:20 AM - Still waiting for The Noisettes. Discover that CMJ is a study in patience, of which I have none.

12:40 - Finally. The Noisettes come out to "Scratch Your Name." Shingai seems frustrated that the audio is being crackity. They play "Don't Give Up" and launch into some new stuff that sounds luminous.

1:00 - Had literally just been thinking that with her racially ambiguous model looks and questionable talent, Bad Boy artist Cassie might do well in the LES. Not 10 minutes later, as I leave Santos, Cassie gets out of an SUV and heads in.

1:20 - Stop at Home Sweet Home. My girl sent me a text about how our mutual friend vomited on the table during dinner with a potential client. I had to hear the story in person.

1:50 - At 205 watching The Gay Blades being drunk and playing their instruments horribly. The bartender is cunty. I start chugging my Heineken. The singer tells everyone to vote on December 4th. Two girls are making out (or eating each other's faces) in the corner. I drink faster. The singer gets on the bar and starts stomping around and screaming. I finally finish my drink.

2:09: My cab driver looks like Hans Moleman from "The Simpsons." He can barely see over the steering wheel.

2:30: Fools Gold showcase. CMJ has made Webster Hall the most ridiculous place on earth. With 500 different shows going on, hood critters are breaking bread with skate rats; hipsters toasting Sparks with salsa queens. Missed the main show so now there are just random DJs playing foolishness. There are more people on stage than in the audience. I go to the top and watch other people dance. I trip over stuff. I'm officially at the party too long.

3:00: I take someone else's cab and sleep soundly.