Tell Me Why You Think You'd Be A Good Rock Star
Nothing like rapidly developing a cold to let you know you’ve been doing too much. Not helpful was last night: the overbooked train chilled to a meatbox 50 degrees with the vents blowing on my head as I stood in the aisle from New York to Philly.
Wednesday night I went straight from the train station to meet my brother at Glass and given that the place doesn’t have a sign, or an address posted, I Tony-darred* him and found him quite drunk and in a lovey mood. My judgement told me to not be puffy for the interview but I found myself having a couple and dancing just a little.... all good.
*Tony-darred: similar to gay-dar (which wasn’t working this weekend) i have a friend-dar, a knack for finding people I’m emotionally close to in vast crowds or strange places. spoooooky celtic stuff or random chance? whatever.
At the onset of love professing on his part, I dragged us home but we went out again, had a half bottle of wine and the type of dinner you might have if you were about to be executed. On our way out we saw flames pouring out of a building for a movie being filmed. I only slept about 3 of the available 6 hours for me to rest before the interview. My mind was going. I had done a lot of prep and was mentally searching for holes and trying to fill them.
The interview went well. I was scheduled to talk to two people and ended up speaking with four, from 10 am until 1pm. From what I understand, they like me. The last one, their CTO said, “if you got to me, that’s a pretty good sign”. They moved offices - packed friday and set up yesterday - so hopefully I’ll hear from them soon.
When it was over I was completely buzzing. Tony took me to lunch but I could barely eat. I was exhausted but wound up. I checked into the Gershwin Hotel, which is a pretty curious place.
Tony was sick so he lay a bit low. We had a really nice brunch friday morning at the T Salon and Emporium. I was a rock star friday night until stupid o’clock in the morning. Such good costumes and much fun. Saturday I was clever* enough to go out without my driver’s license and miraculously got into two bars after talking to the bouncers.
*clever: by clever i hope you know i meant i was an ass. as in “i’m naturally blond, please speak slowly” sarcasm is hard to do in writing and i prolly sounded like a jerk there.
Yesterday morning we had breakfast on the wrong side of a barrier for the NYC Marathon and being the buddahs that we are, ended up cheering them on for over an hour, until we were hoarse from yelling. Then behind me I noticed a really cute little shop for those hipsters who have babies. In the window they had a little mannequin in a pink tutu and a tiny black Misfits tshirt. Before I knew what I was doing I had purchased the little shirt. I’ll either give it to Zoey or to whichever of my Misfits loving friends has a baby first. Walking around Brooklyn, I’ve never seen so many hipster couples with babies and bulldogs in my whole life.
Tony was kinda WTF about it. No, I don’t want to explore why I just bought a baby t-shirt. well… FUCK… *laughs nervously* .... gimme a break. It’s the misfits. and it’s all tiny. Come ON it’s cute! People have babies and I’ll give it to whoever does first.
My brother is a thinker, a talker. Contemplative .... “adults are just children without adult supervision” was something he said casually yesterday, in context of a later conversation. So spontaniously spending $30 on something I have no use for (gift! gift is a use) or perhaps having deeper meaning, generally brings on questioning. But then he apologized. He can be really intense. He knows this. He’s also intensely silly so it all works out.
anyway…
If this all worked out, I think I’d want to live in Manhattan first. Any recommendations or advice?
hi there, you don’t actually know me, but you know my husband, mike. anyway, where did you find the misfits baby shirt?! we’ll hopefully be needing one in the next few years… and as far as moving to new york goes, i highly recommend brooklyn-- we don’t live in the super hipster part--we absolutely love our neighborhood- carroll gardens. good luck with the job!
I concur with Rachel - Bklyn rocks! Carroll Gardens is lovely indeed, as is Park Slope, Boerum Hill, and Brooklyn Heights (although it’s a bit yuppie for my tastes. I’ve also heard that Fort Green is cool, but I’ve never been there. Anyway, you’re going to have a blast no matter where you end up!
Thanks you two - I definitely need all the good advice and well wishing I can get. I’m not at all opposed to living somewhere in Brooklyn. So far my bro’s neighborhood Williamsburg reminds me of Mount Pleasant but with fewer trees and gangs.
As for the store, Rachel, you would love it! I forget the name but can find out (and post the info) when I get home. If you guys get pregnant I will send the shirt to you :) It’s so damned cute and evil.
hey, the shop is called Sam & Seb.
208 Bedford Ave.
Brooklyn, NY 11211
718.486.8300for all your rocker baby needs
thanks!
I’m so silly tired and I checked in to the mintJellywhopper site just before 1 am before I conked out in my bubble sheets. Thank you for the minty entertainment that wrapped up Monday now Tuesday for moi. Nitey nite.
PS This is the female limb of Vertigo LabOne thing I’ve learned about you PapayaJuice, is you’re pretty silly when you’re tired! :p
Rachel I hope you get a chance to check out the shop, they had great stuff. I was looking at a map of Brooklyn last night! very exciting
I agree with Papayajuice!
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