I have returned from my whirlwind of a trip.
We spent Friday night in Philly visiting Dana's little brother who goes to school there. The weather sucked so we stayed in and watched movies and animals having sex on YouTube.
The next morning, we took the Chinatown bus from Philly to New York.
It was a wonderful experience that included free urine aromatherapy and babies that wouldn't shut their little traps. We spent most of the day shopping, getting lost, and trying frantically to find a place to stay.
Hunter was gracious enough to let us stay with her when my real life friends didn't pull through.
I love New York, but each time I visit, I feel more disappointed than the last. I think it has a lot to do with the idea of New York that non-New Yorkers have. We tend to think of a place that really, really doesn't exist anymore.
Gone is the grit and cool of the 1960s, 1970s, even the 80s. Not even a semblance of it. It kind of feels like being at Epcot Center at Disneyworld. A fake, white washed, corporate abbreviation of an idea of a place. It feels so...clean. It's full of bougey college hipsters who seem to think they are the supreme beacon of coolness to the rest of the world, but are really just kinda lame and boring. Everyone is having "fun" but nobody is actually having fun. It's like they go through the motions of having fun but on a real level, everyone seems so bored, and frankly, they seem boring themselves. People I previously thought I might be impressed by....not so impressive. The show was packed and Peaches was incredibly energetic-- the woman really puts everything she's got into her shows. But the crowd was surprisingly dead. Barely anyone was dancing. They were just standing there kind of blankly nodding their heads and waving their arms. It was bizarre and really off-putting. Had this show been in Pittsburgh shit would have been POPPING OFF! So, sorry New York, but Pittsburgh is the realest. If you want grit and passion, come to the Rust Belt. We go, and we go HARD. We don't talk about it. We do it. We are it, we LIVE it, and we fucking love it.
I ended up missing Amanda Blank's performance for various reasons, and I'm kinda bummed and by "kinda" I mean really, truly extremely as that was the whole point of my trip. I didn't pick the date to go see her (my friend Juliet, who ended up not being able to come, did) Had I chosen, I would have gone to the Philly show (which was the night before we went to NYC, but we stayed in!) then headed back to the 'burgh for the Aesop Rock/Cool Kids show the next day. Buuuut whatevs. I did get to see Peaches and I got this amazing dress at Pat Field's
So all was not lost. And now I'm home to this fine piece of manbooty:
damn! this blog is so epic, I kept forgetting the comments I wanted to make as I kept reading. haha.
Crystal Skull vodka FTW.
p.s. i wish there wasn't so much space between us, it's keeping us from quality cat times.