"I'm spinning round the room in awe" ryan adams

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

violently sleeping

I don't know what the hell happened last night. I just set my alarm and realized that the top isn't on my clock anymore. It had a door thingy on it to protect the buttons. It was there last night! Maybe I furociously hit it when it disturbed my slumber. I also managed to scratch my nose last night. Again, I have no idea what I was doing, but a fierce scrape of the tip of my nose by my thumbnail awoke me in the middle of the night. I bled and I now have a scab.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sunday hated me

I woke up this morning with the worst headache. I didn't drink too much last night, so it wasn't hangover induced. The best cure for a headache is to go exploring! I took the PATH into the city, got off at 9th street and wandered around for about five hours. I walked to WTC, all around Soho, and Tribeca. I only got lost once, so I called Maryellen to find out where the hell I was. I got coffee (starbucks), jeans (urban outfitters), and shirts (H&M). I was on a quest for chopsticks, but couldn't find them anywhere. My debit card wouldn't work in one store, which prompted me to check my account when I got home. The ATM receipt I gto last night must have had a typo on it because instead of having $200ish in my account, I have $24. Granted I have cash on me to last till mid-February's paycheck, it still sucks. I wouldn't have gone shopping if I knew what I actually had to my name. Hopefully I can make it with out tapping the Bank of Mom. I am doing pretty decently being totally financially independent, but I haven't been out here long enough to actually have my paychecks mean anything yet. I lost a week since one was held, then the other went right to bills, and this next one goes right to rent. February 15th I can breath again.

Exhausted, I came home ready to dedicate the rest of my night to laundry. I did one load fine. The second load I put in, followed by detergent, then put in $2 worth of quarters. After I put in the last quarter, the thingy read $2 again. WTF?! So I put in $1.75 more in quarters then it reverts to $2 again. So I kick the washer. Nothing happened. So I unplugged it and tried again. Out another $2. So I kicked it again and gave up. It wouldn't be a big deal, but my clothes had detergent all on them now. Grrrr. So tomorrow night Maryellen is letting me steal her washer. More than likely while the wash is going we'll drink wine and make cookies. We're so hot.

Damnwells at Maxwells

I started off Saturday with a run in the park by the Hudson. It was freaking cold! I guess I lost track of time, but I was out running for over an hour, then had to rush before going out. Chris M. was coming up and meeting Maryellen and I for the Damnwells show. (We love the Damnwells)

We went to Tunes for some music...I feel like such a traitor...if I am forced to stray from patronizing Rainbow, at least I will go to an independent music store! After shopping we hit up The Mile Square for dinner since we were famished and had time to kill before the show. Maryellen and I experimented with the martinis while Chris tried the chocolate beer.

Afterwards, we headed over to Maxwell's and drank there before the show. Yay for Yuengling. The first band was a countryish band who had way too many members than needed. The lead singer also didn't plug in his guitar when he actually did play guitar. I liked the second band a lot - Surefire - they were indie poppish rock, kinda like OK Go and Rooney. They seemed young, but had a good sound. I don't think they had a CD. We took silly pictures during the break.

Then the Damnwells! We're dorks and were right up front. The sound was great as was their setlist. I dug the new stuff. "Death After Life" is amazing. Yay for music. Sleepsinging (my favorite song on their full length) was the last song, which is a great way to end the set.


friday night in hoboken

Friday was a daunting day. Things were going pretty smoothly at work, then at 5 pm it went into overdrive and we ended up staying till about 9 wrapping up show dates. I ran out of the office and booked it to Port Authority...then couldn't find my damn bus pass. Grrr. Went straight to Maryellens to drop off my crap and head right to Mulligans. Maryellen's friend Rob was DJing brit-pop, synth, and old school hip hop at the nearby bar. It was pretty much a sausage fest and we spent a god part of the evening running away from scary boys and averting the constant stares. It was creepy. We're not snobs...we just...um, yeah - NO. Funny, I pointed out two guys who were hot...one I think was gay, and the other Maryellen saw (I just saw the back of him) and she was like, "it's the hair, isn't it?" It was. We left and hung out at her place for a bit watching TV and drinking and talking until a friend stopped over. And now I am not allowed to write anymore. Bye.