New York New York!
The trip to NYC started off with arriving at NYC and realizing that I would have to drag my bag around if I didn’t find a place to stash it. Thankfully, fam helped out and I left with my uncle - who I later realized I should’ve called more often so it doesn’t look like I’m taking advantage- but anyways, yelled my way into the apartment (realizing that I didn’t have anyone’s phone number because not one of them has one) and then kicked it off into the city. Lachi had a great session with wooziefly.com and I’m hoping that this helps her out a lot more than the newer stuff she’s been doing. Not that she hasn’t gotten exposure, I just think she needs more than just local gigs to get her music out. Sat in a room full of poseurs and bit my lip the whole time I was there because I realized that if I opened my mouth and directed more than two words to the people besides Lachi and Batman, that I would say something insulting and probably rant about how lame poseurs they all were. For godssakes, one was wearing a freaking 1960s beatnik hat and another one was wearing a Che Guevara shirt while fucking probably knowing nothing. The highlight of the session was when one of the camera girls flashed all of us with her thong, which didn’t look at all flattering on her. See, now you know why I don’t wear one and why people just plain shouldn’t. After that, Batman, Lachi, and I hit up or old haunt (Fat Black Pussycat) and we drank more midori than whiskey (he needs to learn to mix drinks, damn bartender). Then they ditched me…no, Batman had somewhere to go and Lachi had a recording session so I ended up hanging out with Arthur, walking out of restaurants because the food was too expensive and ended up at “Down the Hatch” bar in the West Village. Not my cup of tea but it was all yummy and cheap. I don’t think most of the night needs to be talked about because I was constantly teased for not being able to hold the contents of my stomach in well..my stomach. Needless to say, it wasn’t a pretty picture.
Thursday, was well freaking Daft Punk. I do have to say that Brian’s friend, Joel, was cute in a boyish way and I kept thinking of him as the young kid I was hanging out with. And the Daft Punk show was more than amazing, I want one of their jackets with LED lights spelling out Daft Punk on the back. Cause if they can rock it, so can I, though I do wish that there had been more of a raver attitude than the lame ass polo-wearing freaks that showed up. The rest of the weekend was spent drinking in moderation but hanging out, with me watching a lot of cable cause I miss it. And Jeff shouldn’t worry that he didn’t spend enough time with me, he was always around when I needed him and I quickly realized that my friends Lachi and Arthur are the shit.
I realized that while walking through the crowded streets of Manhattan or dust swirled streets of Sunnyside, Queens with people yelling at each other in the middle of night with “No Bitch” and “What did I say?” and a screaming match ensuing, that my legs aren’t made for walking long distances. My legs were in constant pain, even when I lived in NYC I never had that problem. I blame Texas, it’s made me soft in too many places that I wish were not and make me embarrassed to walk anywhere without jeans on.
I think I came close to spraining my left ankle - happens when you put too much weight on it - and practically limped from 6th Avenue and 15th street to Broadway and West 4th. I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take but I tried my best and made it in twenty minutes. While not pleased, I was pleasantly surprised that I did make it. Then, on the subway with Jeff, met a beta fish newly named Bobby and discussed how violent they are with the proud new parents. And, surprisingly, didn’t feel a damn thing while walking to the subway with Jeff. I guess good friends do make pain go away and I missed being able to randomly talk to people on the subway at midnight while waiting for the N to Queens.
All in all, the whole time I spent in NYC was more than fun and I loved hanging out with Tolga again. Tolga is like the little brother I never had in NYC and it was nice to see him again as well.
Thursday, was well freaking Daft Punk. I do have to say that Brian’s friend, Joel, was cute in a boyish way and I kept thinking of him as the young kid I was hanging out with. And the Daft Punk show was more than amazing, I want one of their jackets with LED lights spelling out Daft Punk on the back. Cause if they can rock it, so can I, though I do wish that there had been more of a raver attitude than the lame ass polo-wearing freaks that showed up. The rest of the weekend was spent drinking in moderation but hanging out, with me watching a lot of cable cause I miss it. And Jeff shouldn’t worry that he didn’t spend enough time with me, he was always around when I needed him and I quickly realized that my friends Lachi and Arthur are the shit.
I realized that while walking through the crowded streets of Manhattan or dust swirled streets of Sunnyside, Queens with people yelling at each other in the middle of night with “No Bitch” and “What did I say?” and a screaming match ensuing, that my legs aren’t made for walking long distances. My legs were in constant pain, even when I lived in NYC I never had that problem. I blame Texas, it’s made me soft in too many places that I wish were not and make me embarrassed to walk anywhere without jeans on.
I think I came close to spraining my left ankle - happens when you put too much weight on it - and practically limped from 6th Avenue and 15th street to Broadway and West 4th. I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take but I tried my best and made it in twenty minutes. While not pleased, I was pleasantly surprised that I did make it. Then, on the subway with Jeff, met a beta fish newly named Bobby and discussed how violent they are with the proud new parents. And, surprisingly, didn’t feel a damn thing while walking to the subway with Jeff. I guess good friends do make pain go away and I missed being able to randomly talk to people on the subway at midnight while waiting for the N to Queens.
All in all, the whole time I spent in NYC was more than fun and I loved hanging out with Tolga again. Tolga is like the little brother I never had in NYC and it was nice to see him again as well.