New Year's Eve is to me one of the most overrated holidays. When I was younger it was cool. My family and I would eat Chinese food (pretty much the only time all year) and then either go to a movie or rent one. I definitely remember watching Apollo 13 on a December 31st back in the day. In college, there were a few not terrible parties that I attended as well as going to TC's Lounge, my favorite bar, a dive in Boston. There were no people there at 7pm on NYE, just the way I like it. In general, I feel like New Year's has some kind of ridiculous pressure associated with it, and is often accompanied by terrible, drunken idiots and the spending of way too much money. I worked three out of my four New Year's in New York.
My first New Year's in New York coincided with me going back and forth if I should even live there. My job was a joke and my sublet was over, the next day. I'd be homeless on the first day of the new year. My few months in the city thus far had proven to have quite a few stressful and wtf moments. I was literally going to throw the bag in until I worked a GNR cover band show and had a most amazing time. Something about hearing "Patience" on the dawn of a new year really jazzed up my spirits and I felt alive again, decided to give the Rotten Apple another chance. The next day, after no sleep, I packed all of my stuff and moved myself to Queens where I would crash at my friend's apartment for a little while until I was able to find my own. Fun, not so much, but I am glad I had stayed.
The next year, I worked at the same venue, did the same thing, rockin' the coat check, but did not have nearly as much fun. The band Crystle Castles was playing two shows that night and their crowds were out of control. Everyone was TERRIBLE. People were rushing the coat check and actin' a fool. I had to get behind the curtain and body check people while simultaneously yelling "back the fuck off me!" Ah, at least I started the year off on an assertive level. The crowd was so cray cray that a lady punched my manager in the face breaking his glasses. I vowed to not work the next New Year's.
I was happy that my best friend was in town as the ball dropped down in 2010. We ended up going to a super lame party however, with her then boyfriend. Bird and I rolled our eyes a lot but at least made the most of the lameness and did find the time to get low. Not super exciting, but no body checking.
Last year I worked again, this time reppin' the beer cart aka dumb cart. Butthole Surfers played and while the crowd was not as cool as Mr. Brownstone's, they were ten million times better than Crystal Castles'. One guy came up to me and said that he was glad that his wife had a C Section and was in the hospital with his newborn son still. He said that if his son had been born naturally, they would have been out of the hospital and he wouldn't have gotten to go to the show. Ah, good for you! What?! Anyway, I got through the night unscathed and refused to go out afterwards. I wanted it over with. The year that followed ended up being the worst year ever. I am glad that is going to be over in just a few hours.
I am feeling thankful this New Year's. Stoked that 2011 is coming to a close, and thankful that I survived. I distinctly remember working New Years night (not eve) last year and my co-workers and I felt blah already. Not a good omen. This year coming, I KNOW will be way better than this year present. It can only go up from here folks! And it's starting off pretty well too. I am having a very lowkey night. My cousin is coming over and we are going to have a Trapped in the Closet marathon and just straight up kick it. If that doesn't lead to a great 2012, I don't know what will.
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Last week.
Last week Mercury was supposed to go into retrograde (shocker!)...whatever the hell that means. I guess any of this bears truth, it means that miscommunication will be running high. With this in mind, I decided to make my horoscope or whatever come true. Time for sending rash text messages to people I will regret later. Feeling ambitious, I started texting things I would regret at the early time of 10:30 am! UGH.
Thankfully, my dear friend Diane had taken a vaca day from work to hang out with me. We met up in BK and headed to lunch. I ordered a lentil salad thinking that this may be beneficial for my sensitive stomach. Once again, what was I thinking?! Since we rarely see each other, we decided it fitting for us to have a toast. I was semi-bent post Bloody Mary #1. We ended up having four each...by 3pm. I was a mess. Naturally, at this point, we decided it would be a great idea to hit up the psychic near the train. Psychic lady asked me if her cat was bothering me. I immediately blocked out everything else she had to say. CATS NEVER BOTHER ME. Diane and I then went to Big D's to check out the sheet selection. I've always rocked the solid sheet in a cheery color (yellow!) but had the sudden urge to throw a flower or stripe into the mix. We stared at the sheets for 45 minutes. I was getting stressed. A decision could not be made. I was starting to feel sad/hungover so we parted ways.
I laid down and tried to get myself together because I had to review a show later that night. Toast came into play. I walked the mile plus trek to Music Hall, umbrella-less in the rain. I had to review Frightened Rabbits. The only thing I really wanted to write about was how the woman behind me at this show was a bitch but I supposed that was not review appropriate. Instead, I wrote this: http://houselist.bowerypresents.com/2011/08/04/frightened-rabbit-leaves-them-wanting-more/. Not my best work, but under the circumstances, not awful.
Thursday was rather delightful. Hit up the gym and had another psychic encounter. Listen, I'm not sure if I really believe any of this stuff. Wednesday's psychic was more like we had Bloody Marys and this is funny. And Thursday, the lady stopped me and said some dead on stuff so I decided to chat her up some more. She was creepily accurate. Eeeh, who knows. Work was badass that night. Solid music=solid time! The early show was very pleasing to the ear, good for the hip shaking and the hips don't lie! The late show was The Dawes who were playing for some guy's birthday. Not too shabby!
Friday was cool beans too. Michelle and I had a most delish lunch at the Roebling Tea Room and then had adventures at Kings Pharmacy, a toy store and Whisk, among other places. Sans Michelle, I headed to Big D's again. It is AMAZING the difference in selection when SOBER! Fell in love with some sheets and immediately had them washed so I could get in them. Things were looking up!
Saturday. Well, Saturday not as pleasant. For one, I could not decide what to wear to work. I want to throw everything out. I had the brilliant (or NOT!) idea to cut up one of my beautiful, new pillow cases in order to make a shirt. DID NOT WORK. OBVIOUSLY. Work was a SHIT SHOW. The early show was hilarious and amazing! The Notorious MSG played. Not going to lie, I definitely bought a shirt...and cds....and posters....ha. This one customer said to me: "I love this band. They ('re) Asian band. I'm Asian." I looked at her and said "Oh, I didn't notice." The late show, well the late show was metal and everyone was getting kicked out. It was insane. As in, REALLY INSANE.
The cab ride home. Cabby: "Honey, some people are born assholes. Some people die assholes. Honey, I've been all over the world. Honey, I was a body guard in Hollywood and did things in Istanbul others would not even dream of. Honey, I'm writing three books and a Broadway musical. Honey, the musical is about two gypsies who fall in love but are really brother and sister. They were separated at birth. Honey, it doesn't work out. It's a tragedy. Honey, ask me anything. I promise you, I will give you the best answer I've got. Honey, guys just want to get it in. Honey, remember to enjoy yourself. Honey, you're gonna think of a question in three weeks and wish I was around." I finally reach the door to my apartment, and my landlord's 19 year-old son is standing there fumbling with the keys. "I was supportin' my DJ friend. I supported my DJ friend. I got free drinks. I was supportin' a DJ friend." He has flowers in his hands. I tell him they're nice. "Have them. I was gonna give 'em to my mom but you have 'em. Stole 'em from two houses down." "Oh, well you can give them to your mom, thanks though." "NO. HAVE 'EM". I took the flowers.
Thankfully, my dear friend Diane had taken a vaca day from work to hang out with me. We met up in BK and headed to lunch. I ordered a lentil salad thinking that this may be beneficial for my sensitive stomach. Once again, what was I thinking?! Since we rarely see each other, we decided it fitting for us to have a toast. I was semi-bent post Bloody Mary #1. We ended up having four each...by 3pm. I was a mess. Naturally, at this point, we decided it would be a great idea to hit up the psychic near the train. Psychic lady asked me if her cat was bothering me. I immediately blocked out everything else she had to say. CATS NEVER BOTHER ME. Diane and I then went to Big D's to check out the sheet selection. I've always rocked the solid sheet in a cheery color (yellow!) but had the sudden urge to throw a flower or stripe into the mix. We stared at the sheets for 45 minutes. I was getting stressed. A decision could not be made. I was starting to feel sad/hungover so we parted ways.
I laid down and tried to get myself together because I had to review a show later that night. Toast came into play. I walked the mile plus trek to Music Hall, umbrella-less in the rain. I had to review Frightened Rabbits. The only thing I really wanted to write about was how the woman behind me at this show was a bitch but I supposed that was not review appropriate. Instead, I wrote this: http://houselist.bowerypresents.com/2011/08/04/frightened-rabbit-leaves-them-wanting-more/. Not my best work, but under the circumstances, not awful.
Thursday was rather delightful. Hit up the gym and had another psychic encounter. Listen, I'm not sure if I really believe any of this stuff. Wednesday's psychic was more like we had Bloody Marys and this is funny. And Thursday, the lady stopped me and said some dead on stuff so I decided to chat her up some more. She was creepily accurate. Eeeh, who knows. Work was badass that night. Solid music=solid time! The early show was very pleasing to the ear, good for the hip shaking and the hips don't lie! The late show was The Dawes who were playing for some guy's birthday. Not too shabby!
Friday was cool beans too. Michelle and I had a most delish lunch at the Roebling Tea Room and then had adventures at Kings Pharmacy, a toy store and Whisk, among other places. Sans Michelle, I headed to Big D's again. It is AMAZING the difference in selection when SOBER! Fell in love with some sheets and immediately had them washed so I could get in them. Things were looking up!
Saturday. Well, Saturday not as pleasant. For one, I could not decide what to wear to work. I want to throw everything out. I had the brilliant (or NOT!) idea to cut up one of my beautiful, new pillow cases in order to make a shirt. DID NOT WORK. OBVIOUSLY. Work was a SHIT SHOW. The early show was hilarious and amazing! The Notorious MSG played. Not going to lie, I definitely bought a shirt...and cds....and posters....ha. This one customer said to me: "I love this band. They ('re) Asian band. I'm Asian." I looked at her and said "Oh, I didn't notice." The late show, well the late show was metal and everyone was getting kicked out. It was insane. As in, REALLY INSANE.
The cab ride home. Cabby: "Honey, some people are born assholes. Some people die assholes. Honey, I've been all over the world. Honey, I was a body guard in Hollywood and did things in Istanbul others would not even dream of. Honey, I'm writing three books and a Broadway musical. Honey, the musical is about two gypsies who fall in love but are really brother and sister. They were separated at birth. Honey, it doesn't work out. It's a tragedy. Honey, ask me anything. I promise you, I will give you the best answer I've got. Honey, guys just want to get it in. Honey, remember to enjoy yourself. Honey, you're gonna think of a question in three weeks and wish I was around." I finally reach the door to my apartment, and my landlord's 19 year-old son is standing there fumbling with the keys. "I was supportin' my DJ friend. I supported my DJ friend. I got free drinks. I was supportin' a DJ friend." He has flowers in his hands. I tell him they're nice. "Have them. I was gonna give 'em to my mom but you have 'em. Stole 'em from two houses down." "Oh, well you can give them to your mom, thanks though." "NO. HAVE 'EM". I took the flowers.
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