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How to Attend a Concert On a Weeknight*

17 May
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Kurt Vile, 5/16/13

 

1. Put the time when tickets go on sale on your Outlook calendar. Make sure the event is marked as “Busy” in case someone tries to schedule a meeting with you.

2. When the day tickets go on sale arrives, remind yourself to buy them every fifteen minutes. Forget all about it ten minutes before the sale. Remember approximately two minutes before sale and breathe a sigh of relief.

3. Buy tickets. Convince yourself that the fees are worth it.

4. For the next three months, at regular intervals, talk about how excited you are for the show with whichever friend you’re going with so that neither of you forgets about it.

5. When the day of the show finally arrives, remind yourself like one thousand times not to forget the tickets (if you’re not picking them up at will call).

6. Panic as soon as you leave work because you think you forgot the tickets but then realize that they’ve been in your bag since 9 AM, you dummy.

7. Arrive at a bar near the venue approximately an hour before doors open. Do not bother eating dinner beforehand.

8. Drink two beers, minimum. (Happy hour is still in effect.) Take your time, though. You don’t want to get there too early.

9. Leave the bar and realize that you are drunk off of very little. Stop for pizza on the way to the venue.

10. Arrive at the venue, realize that the first opener is still playing and immediately order a beer.

11. Wait until the second opener has started before moving into the crowd. Choose a spot where you can see the stage.

12. Have your view of the stage almost completely blocked when a 6’6″ dude stands directly in front of you.

13. Spend the next minute or two trying to find a spot where there isn’t a 6’6″ dude isn’t standing directly in front of you. Give up.

14. Drink another beer.

15. Make your friend take a few pictures for you  - but not too many because you don’t want to be a douche, you just want to Instagram one or two – because you still can’t see anything.

 

Angel Olsen, 5/16/13

Angel Olsen, 5/16/13

 

16. Look at the time. Try not to think about the fact that you have to wake up in six hours.

17. Enjoy the show, in spite of everything.

18. Catch yourself nearly wilting due to exhaustion during the encore. Hope that the band, even though you love them, does not play more than two songs.

19. After it’s over, hop in a cab. Spend the ride doing important things like Instagramming pictures from the show and setting your alarm for exactly five hours from then in case you forget when you get home.

20. Get home and eat like eighty-six Girl Scout cookies in bed because one slice of pizza wasn’t really dinner.

21. Pass out with your computer on your lap.

22. Wake up to your alarm blaring at 6:45 AM. Snooze. Decide you don’t need to shower because sometimes a whore’s bath is enough.

23. Rejoice! You have dry shampoo! A shower is not necessary. Get ready in less than ten minutes and head to the train.

24. Catch your reflection in the windows of the subway. You look like a zombie. Also, the dry shampoo is visible in your hair.

25. Get to work. Start going through your email. Open a list of upcoming shows and start entering the ones you want to go to in your calendar.

*(When You Have A Full-Time Job)

Last night, I saw Kurt Vile and Angel Olsen at the Bowery Ballroom. This list was loosely based on that experience.

The Enthralling Tale of How I Came to Acquire Several New Pairs of Shoes

25 Apr
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the one and only time i will ever take a picture of my feet*

Recently, I threw out a bunch of my shoes. I felt good about it at the time. Most of them were old, worn out and, frankly, embarrassing to wear out of the house. (This is not to say that I wore them inside the house, ever. I exclusively wear my cozy, furry L.L. Bean slippers whilst indoors.) I felt that I couldn’t go to work even for one more day feeling badly about the shoes I had on. However, I didn’t think about the fact that I would have to replace the shoes that I threw out until I actually went through with it. And the thing that I hate most in the world is shoe shopping.

Haha, I know, what a joke. I’m a girl! Girls love shoes! I do like shoes, actually. They protect my feet and keep them warm sometimes and they can look pretty if you don’t wear them out like I do. I just hate the act of looking for shoes. And that’s because I’m always replacing shoes that I can no longer wear and so I’m always looking for something very particular that never seems to exist in the market when I’d like it to. I also get way too invested in shoes that are too impractical or colorful or expensive when I’m looking which sends me into this spiral of shame for wanting something that I want rather than something I need. If that makes sense. I don’t know if it does.

Anyway, I went shoe shopping a few weeks ago with the intention to buy myself a nice, new pair of flats that was both practical and beautiful, in order to begin building up a collection of decent (and spring/summer-appropriate) shoes once again. Here is what happened: I went to Bloomingdales. I was disappointed by their shoe selection. I went to some random shoe store a few doors down from Bloomingdales on Broadway. I very hastily purchased one pair of Minnetonka moccasins, as a “replacement” for an old pair I threw out literally years ago, and one pair of bright red Toms, even though I pronounced many times over the last few years that I would never buy Toms because I thought they were hideous. So I went home with two new pairs of shoes, neither of which was a nice, new pair of flats that was both practical and beautiful. BUT, they were two new pairs of shoes to wear and when I looked at it that way, I felt pretty good!

I alternated between the moccasins and Toms for about two weeks and threw my new-ish – from this season – pair of black boots into the mix on colder days. But I felt very jealous of everyone wearing dressier spring shoes to work. Which led me to pulling out an old pair of ballet flats, which I had been planning to throw out because the little bow on the right one had ripped off but somehow had convinced myself that I needed to keep them just in case, out of my closet. I wore these things to work one day and I got so embarrassed about how scuffed up they were that I immediately went on Gilt Groupe and ordered myself new flats in the same neutral color. It took literally FIVE MINUTES. So, shopping for and purchasing these nice, new flats ended up being…easy. It just took one more day of wearing ugly shoes to work to realize that it could be that way.

I’m still working on replacing everything I threw out and the whole shopping thing is still kind of agonizing for me. But I feel like once I’m done finding all of the basics I need, I can move on to those fun, impractical things that I want. And that is something to look forward to. (And writing that last sentence is really making me evaluate what I’m doing with my life and the other, bigger things that I have to look forward to that I could be writing about right now. But no, I just wrote a short essay on shoe shopping.)

*I feel self-conscious about feet-pictures because of that part in Lost in Translation where Scarlett Johansson talks about taking mediocre pictures of horses and her feet.

Questions I May Have Asked Myself Yesterday

17 Apr

Ugh, is it the daytime?

What time do I have to leave the house in order to be just 10 minutes late rather than 20 minutes late?

Do I wear a light coat today or like, a heavy coat but leave it unzipped?

How sweaty am I going to be on the subway if I carry hot coffee?

But is it an acceptable time of year to get iced coffee?

Did I just accidentally play patty cake with that barista when I was trying to hand him my money with one hand and my frequent customer card with the other?

Should I take this scarf off?

How do I turn on “Private Session” in this updated Spotify app?

Why isn’t my MetroCard working?

No, seriously, why isn’t my MetroCard working?

What’s this dude on this very crowded subway maniacally laughing to himself about?

Um, is this Hasidic man allowed to be on this very crowded subway sandwiched between all of these ladies right now?

How long is it going to take for the elevator to come?

No, seriously, HOW LONG?

Should I get Rosetta Stone to brush up on my French to impress the hot French dude who is sometimes waiting for the elevator at the same time as me?

How am I going to make it to the end of the work day?

Why doesn’t anyone ever read their email?

Is everyone an idiot?

When can I eat lunch?

What made you think I didn’t want that hard-boiled egg in my salad chopped up like the rest of it?

When can I eat my snack?

Am I actually hungry or am I just bored?

How can I get creative inspiration without leaving my desk?

What if I just quit everything?

Why am I reading the Wikipedia page for ‘Dogs Playing Poker’?

Can I leave now?

Where is my beer?

Do I ask someone where the bathroom is in this place or just wander around until I find it?

Should I have another beer?

Was this restaurant on Girls?

Do I order the polenta?

How many Weight Watchers points is polenta?

Does this mason jar hold the same amount of liquid as a pint glass?

Can I show my face at Trash Bar again?

Where is the closest bar to this restaurant that is not Trash Bar?

Is it weird to sit at this bar by myself after my friend leaves?

Should I just walk home?

How am I still walking right now?

Is working on my story when I get home really a good idea?

Would my family be mad at me if I wrote about them?

Why did I decide that writing was going to be my “thing”?

What if I never actually publish anything?

Does it matter?

Does anything matter?

Why am I alive right now?

What really happens after you die?

Am I having an existential crisis?

How have I not watched the new Louis C.K. special yet?

Do I want a second cookie?

Should I buy the second season of Adventure Time on Amazon Prime?

In how many hours do I need to wake up?

 

Yoga For Beginners

21 Mar

1. Two weeks before you are due to go to Florida, decide that you are out of shape.

2. Google the class schedule for the Greenpoint YMCA, the gym to which you belong but go to maybe once a week when you feel like reading The New Yorker on the elliptical instead of on the couch.

3. Study a PDF of the class schedule at work. Decide that most fitness classes, like “Spinning” and “Total Body Conditioning”, seem too…involved.

4. Settle on yoga because you have “done it” a few times before and write down every single yoga class time in the notes section of your New Yorker day planner.

5. Also, print out a copy of the class schedule to hang up on your refrigerator. You’re going to need all the motivation you can get to go to a class by yourself.

6. Ponder, for a few days, the best time for you to go:

a. Is it the morning? (Have the following thoughts: Can you get yourself out of bed for anything other than money? Not really, but you’ll get it over with and then you can go out after work. But won’t you be too tired to go out after work? And don’t you remember how much you hate showering at the gym?)

b. Or the evening? (Have the following thoughts: None of the classes are late enough in the case that you have to work late. You could just make sure you leave on time to get to class. But what if you have things to do at night, like laundry or wine-drinking?)

c. And then there are the weekends… (Have the following thought: No.)

7. Settle on going to “Gentle Yoga” because it very clearly seems like the least strenuous yoga class and it is also at 7:30 PM, which is both late enough and early enough in the evening that you won’t be able to justify not going.

8. When Yoga Day finally rolls around, spend your time at work vacillating on whether or not you will actually go.

9. Rush home from work. There is a note on the YMCA class schedule that advises you to get there early and you take that very seriously.

10. Rifle through your dresser to find appropriate yoga clothes. Realize that the only clean gym pants you have are extra small spandex that no longer fit. Wear them anyway but tie them tightly to hedge against the exposition of your butt crack.

11. Arrive at the gym 15 minutes before class. Sit on a bench outside of the classroom by yourself, anxiously wondering if you’re in the right place.

12. Take stock of your fellow yoga-goers. Become even more anxious when the first two people who show up have their own yoga mats. Relax a little bit when three older Polish women sans yoga mats arrive, followed by a woman wearing a karate outfit.

13. When the time comes, enter the classroom – er, gymnasium/basketball court – and put your stuff down on the side. Grab a yoga mat from the supply closet and lay it out towards the back, slightly to the right of the teacher but where you can still see her.

14. Get asked to move over by an old man wearing baggy sweatpants because you are in his “spot”.

15. When the teacher asks if anyone is new to yoga, raise your hand even though technically, you’re not “new”, you just haven’t done it in a while. You just don’t want to look like an idiot when you fuck up. Feel self-conscious when no one else raises their hand. Feel relieved when the teacher explains that this is a beginners’ yoga class and that anyone with a more “advanced practice” is welcome to go to a more difficult class.

16. Wonder if you’re doing something wrong for pretty much the entire class, especially when the teacher says “chaturangaand you just kind of collapse on the floor. But also, feel great about remembering most of the basic poses.

17. Hope that no one saw that your pants did slide like pretty much halfway down your butt.

18. At the end of class, when you are doing the final relaxation thingy – OK, you know now it’s called shavasana – think about literally everything even though you’re supposed to be thinking about nothing.

19. When class is over, put your mat away but worry that you didn’t wipe it down thoroughly enough even though it was kind of dirty in the first place.

20. Walk home, feel accomplished and motivated. As soon as you sit on your couch, begin psyching yourself up to go next week.

 

Note: I have now attended Gentle Yoga three weeks in a row. At this point, I am literally an expert at the corpse pose and I think/hope the older Polish ladies have accepted me as a regular because all of them smiled at me in what I took to be a warm manner this week.

 

Every Celebrity Crush I’ve Ever Had

6 Feb

 

Since it’s February now, we’re all obviously thinking about Valentine’s Day. (I am, at least, though that’s probably because I’m anticipating my second annual Valentine’s Day Party, and I’m in the throes of crafting decorations and planning which heart-shaped treats to make.) I was thinking I’d write some love-themed things leading up to February 14th, but I’ve kind of chickened out/just haven’t been able to think of much to write. HOWEVER, I did make a list of every “celebrity” crush I’ve ever had (minus a few I forgot) in a sort of chronological order in terms of when I had a thing for them. I think there was a time when I stopped crushing on fictional characters and started crushing on real people, though sometimes I went back to crushing on fictional characters. (Even though if you think about it, all crushes are fictional characters. Right?) Anyway, I’m sorry about this/this is it (with links to pictures where it was appropriate or I felt like it):

- Prince Charming
- Prince Eric
- Maxwell Smart
- Tony Micelli
- Charles
- Uncle Jesse
- Brad Taylor
- Shawn Hunter
- Keanu Reeves (Speed)
- Matthew Perry (Friends)
- Hanson (the two younger ones)
- Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Angels in the Outfield)
- Paul Rudd (Clueless)
- Joshua Jackson (Dawson’s Creek)
- Probably a Backstreet Boy
- Matt Damon (Good Will Hunting)
- Ben Affleck (post-Good Will Hunting)
- Viggo Mortensen (A Perfect Murder)
- Michael Douglas (A Perfect Murder but also, Romancing the Stone?)
- Gwyneth Paltrow (A Perfect Murder but also, Shakespeare in Love)
- Ryan Philippe (Cruel Intentions)
- Chris Klein (Election)
- Jerry O’Connell (Um, I dunno why)
- Hugh Grant (About a Boy)
- Ewan MacGregor (Moulin Rouge)
- Young Neil Young
- Olivier Martinez (Unfaithful)
- Julian Casablancas
- Jennifer Connelly (Requiem for a Dream)
- The Cast of The Royal Tenenbaums
- Seth Cohen
- Dr. McDreamy
- Paul Banks
- Kings of Leon (the entire band, um, before they were famous)
- Younger Woody Allen
- Adrien Brody
- Rachel Weisz
- Simon Woods (Rome & Pride and Prejudice & Cranford)
- Alec Baldwin
- Paul Rudd (again)
- Jason Siegel
- Tim Riggins
- Jon Hamm
- Dominic West
- Richard Armitage (North & South)
- Mark Ruffalo
- Mr. Fox
- Michael Fassbender
- Cousin Matthew
- Michael Fassbender
- Louis C.K.
- Michael Fassbender

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