no i said YOUR mom
no seriously. i said say hi to your mom! do it! eric elbogen is doing it, why not you?
Would you draw me with your pencils and your pen,
Make me much prettier than I really am?
sigh.
we may have been the oldest halmunees there, but we had fun last night. me, C, V, SK, and assorted others crashed the bowery ballroom for say hi to your mom, hail social, and mates of state for a healthy dose of pop rock and dance punk lite, and happy times were had. of course, C and i missed the entire hail social set because we got preoccupied at the bar, but it was a necessary reprieve. and a good one. see!
we did, at least, catch mates of state. here is somewhat obstructed view. i think i am fated for slightly obstructed views, these days ... but really, who gives two poops about obstructed views when the music is that fun?
i checked out from the show about halfway through, when i reached my cuteness saturation point. i love the poppy dance punk stuff, but there's a definite level at which my tolerance for the excessively happy is breached. or ... maybe not. because upon walking out of the ballroom, i was so overcome with excitement that jamie lidell was playing that i had to take a picture. he'll be in town on april 25. anybody in?
of course, it could have just been that i was just camera happy yesterday. because on the way home, i for some reason decided it would be a really, really good idea to document my whole way home. so here is my night of the most new york of experiences, the subway. first, the platform at the bowery on the lower east side. this is where we wait, and contemplate exiting the platform to spend $12 and just freakin take a cab home.
and after we wait patiently for a few minutes, we then begin to look into the tunnel. and wait some more. and look. and wait. and then we consider the stairs again, but we've invested so much time in waiting already ... so we look again into the tunnel.
we maybe just start getting a bit frustrated at the fact that the train going in the OPPOSITE direction has come twice already. maybe a bit. am i the only person that actually rolls their eyes at the trains? stupid trains.
and just when we are about to give up hope ... oh! but oh! oh glorious J train, how we love thee! we KNEW waiting would pay off! how we love public transportation!
the gust of subway air, the satisfaction of having beeen disciplined enough to wait for the train at 11:30 at night, the speeding blur of silver ... ooh. maybe we should step back a few. let's not lose our head.
once comfortably seated and on our way over the bridge, we find ourselves surrounded by the usual cast of characters. and this ... this is why i love the absence of personal space in this city:
a brown velour track suit. a pencil skirt and fryes. a pair of dirty timbs. and in the corner, the hipster's oxblood clogs. welcome to williamsburg.
Would you draw me with your pencils and your pen,Make me much prettier than I really am?
sigh.
we may have been the oldest halmunees there, but we had fun last night. me, C, V, SK, and assorted others crashed the bowery ballroom for say hi to your mom, hail social, and mates of state for a healthy dose of pop rock and dance punk lite, and happy times were had. of course, C and i missed the entire hail social set because we got preoccupied at the bar, but it was a necessary reprieve. and a good one. see!
we did, at least, catch mates of state. here is somewhat obstructed view. i think i am fated for slightly obstructed views, these days ... but really, who gives two poops about obstructed views when the music is that fun?
i checked out from the show about halfway through, when i reached my cuteness saturation point. i love the poppy dance punk stuff, but there's a definite level at which my tolerance for the excessively happy is breached. or ... maybe not. because upon walking out of the ballroom, i was so overcome with excitement that jamie lidell was playing that i had to take a picture. he'll be in town on april 25. anybody in?
of course, it could have just been that i was just camera happy yesterday. because on the way home, i for some reason decided it would be a really, really good idea to document my whole way home. so here is my night of the most new york of experiences, the subway. first, the platform at the bowery on the lower east side. this is where we wait, and contemplate exiting the platform to spend $12 and just freakin take a cab home.
and after we wait patiently for a few minutes, we then begin to look into the tunnel. and wait some more. and look. and wait. and then we consider the stairs again, but we've invested so much time in waiting already ... so we look again into the tunnel.
we maybe just start getting a bit frustrated at the fact that the train going in the OPPOSITE direction has come twice already. maybe a bit. am i the only person that actually rolls their eyes at the trains? stupid trains.
and just when we are about to give up hope ... oh! but oh! oh glorious J train, how we love thee! we KNEW waiting would pay off! how we love public transportation!
the gust of subway air, the satisfaction of having beeen disciplined enough to wait for the train at 11:30 at night, the speeding blur of silver ... ooh. maybe we should step back a few. let's not lose our head.
once comfortably seated and on our way over the bridge, we find ourselves surrounded by the usual cast of characters. and this ... this is why i love the absence of personal space in this city:
a brown velour track suit. a pencil skirt and fryes. a pair of dirty timbs. and in the corner, the hipster's oxblood clogs. welcome to williamsburg.
posted by Amy S. Choi at 9:27 AM
2 Comments:
what fabulous documentation, my love! i love seeing the lights coming thru the tunnel - those are lights that say, "i'ma goin' home!!!"
i.heart.new.york.city.sub.ways.
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