thanks to a tip from ashley, i went to see the head and the heart at a free show on friday. the show was at prospect park, which has seating for 2,000 and a lawn that holds 5,000. another band called lost in the trees opened. both bands were great. i was alone (i’m getting to be a pro at doing whatever i want and not caring if i’m alone or not). it ended up being fine because a lady who was also there alone sat down beside me. she was probably 60 and we talked about all kinds of stuff. she said she could i was from the south because i called her “ma’am.”
here’s a link to a video someone made during the show:
my housemates are getting married in california on august 5th. they left saturday and will be gone for 2 weeks. before they left, they introduced me to their friend who is staying here while they’re gone. she was nice, but WAY intense. like she wore me out right away. in fact, i met her as i walked out of the bathroom in my short bathrobe. since my 37-year-old male housemate was standing there while i was in my dangerously short bathrobe and my hair in a towel, i was really trying to make it to my room to put on some clothes, but there was no escaping this girl. i was cornered. she’s an artist. after exchanging a couple introductory questions like names, where we’re from, occupations, etc, she launched into this epic story about her book, her latest project, her painstaking artistic process. quite frankly, i’m not sure she took a breath. even while she was shoveling ben & jerry’s ice cream in her mouth. this went on for at least 20 minutes. it could have been 45. i think i blacked out. finally there was a slight pause in her talking and i said, ‘well, it’s been so nice to meet you. i’ve had a long day, so i’m gonna crash. i look forward to seeing you more.’ this was obviously a lie. not because she not nice, but because i don’t have it in me to get cornered again.
went to farmer’s market. felt really green and inspired. therefore bought way too much imported-to-nyc, over-priced, organic produce. also had two apple cider donuts and a diet dr. pepper. for breakfast.
then went and got a $20 mani/pedi. that’s right. my rent is damn near that of a mortgage on a mansion in the highlands in louisville, but they nearly give away salon services ‘round these parts.
discovered a grocery store that more closely resembles what i am used to. it was probably no bigger than the trader joe’s in louisville, but that’s quite spacious for nyc. plus, the prices were a little cheaper on some things than i’ve seen at other groceries here. oh wait. no one here knows what a ‘grocery’ is. it’s a ‘grocery store.’ both words. just say ‘grocery’ and people are confused.
rainy night. decided to watch some netflix. since i use spanish quite a bit at work now (yay!), i decided i would make a somewhat educational endeavor. i watched a romantic comedy in spanish. it was called ‘no eres tu. soy yo’ (it’s not you. it’s me). it was pretty good. not really actually. a mexican rom-com? okay. it sucked.
heard the arrival of intense temporary artist roommate. spent much of the morning trying to hide from her. just didn’t have it in me to deal with all that today.
went to the laundromat. you can drop it off or call for them to pick it up at your house. i hear doing that it not that much more than doing it yourself, but i don’t like to dry a lot of my stuff and so i don’t trust them. so….$7 and one hour later, my 3 loads of laundry were done.
iced coffee at hungry ghost. i must say that this is the second coffee shop i’ve been in where they use an ipad in lieu of a regular cash register. i guess there’s an app for that. it’s somehow wired to drawers under the counter where they get the change. it looked something like this:
took the subway to downtown brooklyn and walked all the way back home. it was about 2 miles. i mostly did it because i wanted to explore these neighborhoods called carroll gardens and cobble hill that i’ve been hearing about. in particular, there’s a street running through them called smith street that has lots of little stores and restaurants to check out.
i cut back towards my neighborhood and as i was about to cross the gowanus canal, I happened upon pretty much this scene:
it’s apparently two djs that call themselves mister sunday. they dj every sunday night from 3-9 pm. because it’s nyc and why wouldn’t you just go dj dance party on a sunday evening? it’s at this obscure venue that is basically an unmarked warehouse. you walk in and go to the back which overlooks the (nasty) gowanus canal. this evening’s event was apparently particularly special because it was the 100th event. so it was called ‘mister 100’ and people were flocking to it. i didn’t even go in, but i could see all this happening from a little bridge.