I would like to thank you kindly for sticking with me while I posted very little this whole summer. More will be coming very soon. I know most of you just read this for my Ok Cupid dates, but I thought you might enjoy this little gem of a picture I recently came across from my AYSO soccer days.
Fun fact: Pink and purple are still two of my favourite colours.
Funner fact: My mom painted that sign.
Even funner fact: I am creepin' behind it somewhere.
Yard-Dog Gallery was doing a thing right around the corner from my house. Noah, Ian, and I poked our little heads inside this alley to check out what was going on, && it was kind of amazing. For me @ least. I actually heard of nearly everyone on the set list. +++ there was this amazing band I didn't get to see, but they are called "We Were Promised Jetpacks" which is kind of the most amazing band name ever. We saw Japandroids, The Hood Internet, and We Are Scientists.
I discovered I'm kind of in <3 with the guitarist from Japandriods. Him and his floppy hair. && That the drummer drummed so well that his hand started bleeding. That is good. We like that.
I apologize for the in & out sound. I'm still learning these little iPhone 3GS tricks. Although I can't say I have an explanation for why the sound is only here for part the video. Uploading perhaps. OR perhaps Japandriods rocked so hard they blew out the sound in my little phone... yeah, that's it. I'm gunna go with that.
Last night I rode a partiee bus for my uncle's surprise 50th birthday party. The idea was to take this sort of "party bus" from the Upper West Side all the way to a restaurant in Cooney Island. My aunt said she was inspired by the article in the New York Times the other week- which said that party buses were the new cool thing. Additionally, as my uncle is a swanky chef, and there are no swanky restaurants in Cooney Island (assumedly) I was in complete WTF mode. Plus, I knew exactly what this so called "party bus" was because, HELLO, I grew up taking them to just about every quasi far location that required pre-ordered tickets, reservations, or RSVPs back in high school.
Parents were in town and met me uptown. Everyone was in fancy wear, more or less. I was in my metallic pink docs and signature hat... straight from work, ready to pass out. Luckily for me, there were buckets and buckets of champagne awaiting everyone. Also lucky for me, the bus ride took over an hour. Everyone was completely trashed before we got there. Even BETTER, I was by far the youngest person there... everyone else was between the ages of 35-80, but mostly 50s. I got to be THAT girl, but in a totally awesome kind of way. It was even more fun because not only did I actually belong since I was family, people were kind of schmoozing with me. Plus, upon saying I attend the New School, I was immediately told, "Oh, so you're an artist." Which, albiet an understandable response, I found quite amusing. Regardless, I took it for what it was & continued with the infinite champagne.
The restaurant, Tatiana's, was actually in Brighton Beach and can only be described as what I would call a Russian nightclub/restaurant/crazyville. We had three large tables set next to the stage, where later there were performances by obviously trained, but totally wonderfully-awful dancers. It was still kind of amazing, though. && I still really have no idea if it is kitsch or not. Oh, and there was also a "wedding" going on, but I began to think it was fake... kind of like Tony and Tina's in Chicago.
On a side note: I started speaking Russian words to people because I use to do this thing with my roommate last year, Russian Tuesdays, where she could only speak to me in Russian until 5 PM on Tuesdays. Thanks Anastasia!! I would write out what I think 'thanks' is in Russian, but I actually think I got it mixed up with something else when I said it to the coat check girl, that & there's no way I could spell it.
Friday, August 27, 2010 at 3:52PM 
