My Girls

Again I have to write about my weekend because I left out a few VERY IMPORTANT details. One, Thorgy Thor and two, Jade. Thorgy has really been expanding her repertoire and has been performing like a fiend these last few weeks all around Brooklyn. Wherever she goes she has a huge following of friends and fans who are astounded by her performances time and time again. It's so exciting to go to her show, having no idea what she'll perform and wondering how the hell these ideas manifested. Her orginiality and stage presence without fail will put a smile on your face.
I'm so excited for Jade because she seems to be spreading her wings beyond the bounds of Westchester and joining a bigger scene that's more fitting to her personality. People are already enamored by her and her ability to keep the audience captivated with every step she takes.

This past weekend I saw Thorgy Thor and Jade perform a few times at two different places- Bar 4 and Sugarland. They know how to put on a SHOW. Once I get clips from Thorgy Thor's solo performance I will most definitely put it up, but for now you'll have to enjoy this encore performance he did Sat. night at Bar 4 with Oscar (another starlet):



And here's Jade! Also at bar 4



Thorgy Thor and JADE

They'll both be performing the second Sunday of September at Sugarland! Save the date!

DON'T MISS IT!!! DON'T MISS IT!!! DON'T MISS IT!!! 






















Yeah, I pulled THAT out. So early 2000s, right?! ha





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Brooklyn I love you but you're bringing me down- nah not really.

Eeeeek! I have no idea what to write about but really want to update. Isn't that weird? Don't answer that.

Hmmmmmm...


Let's talk about the amount of noise that emanates from the streets into my window and the constant complaints I get from friends and family when I'm on the phone and have to pause because a train is riding past my window.

I live on a pretty busy street and the people in my neighborhood don't feel inhibited by courtesy or early morning hours. No, the people in my neighborhood relish in their ability to scream at the top of their lungs and play loud music at all hours, truly exercising individual freedoms, regardless of when and where. My neighborhood defies the boring suburbian lifestyle and laughs in the face of "quiet hours" and curfews. More than a few times I have seen 14-year-olds walking the streets after I get out of work at oh 2 in the morning- ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I've also seen mothers totting around their toddlers at the same hour. The poor kids are usually falling asleep, heads bobbing every which way, wondering why the hell their in a stroller and not in bed.
I love my neighborhood, though. Everything about it, including the obnoxious guys who stand on the corner and yell the N-word every 5 seconds, the ice cream truck guy who sits outside of my window at 9 in the morning blasting the most irritating renditions of children songs, even the train that runs outside my window every 15 minutes. I love it all. Brooklyn is the bees knees.

Yes, I live that close to the tracks. It's actually quite quaint. In a chaotic, wildly noisy way.

(not so) Random musing: I need to have a house warming party soon...


Also! Devin and I are going to be collaborating on a whole new blog! I'm super excited about it. CAN'T WAIT.

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The Bell House

On Saturday night, I dragged my friend from VA and my friend who just relocated back to Brooklyn to The Bell House for an event called
CHERYLYMPIX. According to the facebook invite I got, Cherylympix is...

CHERYL (the dance party that will ruin your life) invites you to curl your hair, hurl your disco balls, and streamline your body with an ergonomic, aerodynamic padded flesh tone luge suit. Fall face down on the skeleton track and thrust your body through hyperspace in .00000238 seconds in the direction of the Bell House for the largest compulsive compulsory competititive LIFE exhibition on this side of GoGo.

CHERYLYMPIX events commence with the traditional mannequinhand torch running, opening ceremony with 1,000 tiny native GoGo children, and the annual kozy shack eating championships. Additional events include inappropriate javelin thrusts, breath holdings, and the face smashing playoffs.


Then there was a link to this...


(yes, it was that amazing)

So my friends and I sat around my apartment for several minutes trying to figure out how the hell to get there. After realizing our trip would take an hour and a half using trusty ol MTA, we decided on a cab. We finally got there and to my dismay the bar seemed devoid of activity. Looking nervously at my two friends hoping they would forgive me for bringing them to the lamest party ever, we stepped further inside. We ordered some drinks and started heading towards the back of the bar, and that's when I saw it. The golden gates. There was an entire other room! A sigh of relief escaped my lips and my friends and I headed into the dark room with the colorful flashing lights and loud music. The venue is a great size. Not too big, but not a claustrophobic's nightmare. It's actually very beautiful inside, but you couldn't really tell with all the lights out and an innumerable amount of people grinding on each other. There's a stage right in front of you when you walk in and plenty of standing room for dancing. A bar stood towards the back wall and another was elevated left of the stage. There were couches littered around the edges of the room where one could sit and take a breather from the massive pulsing crowd.
The music was excellent: yeah yeah yeahs, cut copy, CHROMEO. Dancing was indisputable, there were no options, your feet were required to move. We danced all night!
The only negative thing I have to say about the experience was the horrible transportation. Because it was the weekend, the trains were running at unreasonable hours. After we left we had a small squabble with an asshole cab driver that insisted on running the meter without knowing how to get to our destination. My friend loudly voiced her discontent, consequently getting us thrown out of the taxi. It was one of the funniest/ most absurd things I ever witnessed. The cabby was truly a piece of work. With spirits high, and the adrenaline (amongst other things) from hours of dancing still pumping through our veins we set off to take the subway- that didn't work. We wound up even further away and elected to take a cab after a pit stop at D and D. America runs on dunkin- apparently.

Saturday night was epic, consisting of fortified wine (cisco. you know the deal)and friends. I totally recommend The Bell House ( a bar/venue) for all your entertainment needs.



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From Party to Puppets

I threw my first party at my apartment last night and it was really fun. It's interesting observing people in a party setting. Over the years I've frequently seen the beauty (tragedy) of socialization and the harrowing reality that people are uncomfortable in their own sobriety. It's fascinating how people feel more inclined to be outgoing if there is alcohol in their system- I'm not talking about observations from last night. Needing that liquid courage says a lot about our society, but I will not get into that right now. I will say, the conversations that ensued at the party after a few drinks were ones normally you wouldn't have with strangers, but that alcohol makes you bold haha. Anyway, the party was a success and I am happy people had fun!

Today the apartment looked like a hurricane hit it, and I was going to take a picture before I cleaned it up, but I forgot =/ womp womp. No worries! There will be more parties in which I can record the disastrous aftermath.

Today was a lazy day. I finally watched Meet the Feebles, a wonderful film by the sickeningly creative Peter Jackson about the goings on behind a live show. The best part- PUPPETS. The entire cast consists of these amazingly constructed puppets that are polar opposites of the pastel-colored, child-like Sesame Street puppets. These puppets are raw and unapologetic for their grotesque actions and crazy lifestyles.



Peter Jackson is a man of many talents. I wonder if while he was making this movie he even fathomed the possibility he'd be directing the epic LOTR trilogy. He's my hero. Have I written about how obsessed I am with LOTR?! No? Well, it's pretty sick- no, not cool sick, more like maybe I should go seek some counseling sick haha. I've re-watched them- well, a lot of times. They're just so easy to get sucked into. You know I'm right!!




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the skinny on The Skinny

I have never felt so uncomfortable stepping into a bar as I did Friday night, walking through the doors of The Skinny in the lower east side. The lower east side- what a different place. I dunno if I can ever go back.

The Skinny
The minute my friends and I stepped foot in The Skinny I knew we had to leave immediately. Surrounded by an array of high school stereotypes, ranging from jocks to goths, there were just too many hormones flying around everywhere to see the comical situation in which we found ourselves. Not only did my friends and I feel like the oldest people there, but we felt like we were party crashing. These twelve year olds didn't need us to be there cramping their style. So we go further in, looking for some people we were suppose to meet up with, all the while I was secretly hoping they wouldn't be there because I wasn't sure the bar contained enough alcohol to diffuse the tremendous levels of discomfort we all shared. Walking past the sixteen year old, standing on a platform, dancing provocatively was enough for me to call it a night. Gyrating awkwardly, she reminded me of scenes from American Beauty, Girls Gone Wild, and various episodes of Maury. I felt dirty being there. The place was also extremely cramped, and the music aided in the strange high school feel permeating out of every crevice of the "bar." Also, the bar kind of looked like a parlor that would be in one of those really old, huge victorian homes that you see in Westchester County and can only imagine what kind of off the wall, illegal things happen in there.
Luckily, the people we were to meet up with were not there, but because they even suggested this place I began judging them harshly, and the next place we were supposed to meet may have been slightly worse. I don't even remember what it was called. It was across the street from Crash Mansion and the line was filled with dude-bros and girls stumbling all over the place. Again, not my cup of tea. Funnily enough we didn't make it into there either, but I assure you it would've been worse.
Due to the excruciating cold, we gave up on meeting them and went to this bar with a Spanish name that was pretty empty, but was playing loud, awesome music. Settling there, my friends and I had a great time dancing to music and being loud and obnoxious... well not too obnoxious. So the night wasn't a complete bust, but getting home at 2 on a Friday night? Eh, we could've done better haha

I wish I could remember the names of those other places, they just weren't as traumatizing as The Skinny. I promise it won't happen again.


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You betta werk... Netwerk that is...

I've had this on my mind for a few weeks. Just thought I'd let it loose on the world...

Getting to New York is only one step in this ongoing process to attain "success." There are numerous other necessary things to do in order to achieve my goal(s). One of which is networking. Networking. Now, this action is incredibly difficult considering there are right ways and wrong ways to make connections. Never have I actively networked with a clear understanding of what I wanted to get out of the connection, not because it wasn't important to me, but because that's just not how I operate. I've been to a few parties in the city and have witnessed some shameless, embarrassing attempts at networking that just make you extremely uncomfortable for both parties, for instance- Picture a raging dance party where two people are standing right outside the door, getting some air, maybe smoking a cig, when all of a sudden, bursting into their private conversation the networking assailant appears. This person loudly interjects useless information they believe somehow pertains to a conversation they carelessly interrupted, then immediately delves into a rehearsed introduction of who they are and what they do, pulling out a wad of business cards in the process and shoving one of them at the unsuspecting stranger who was innocently catching up with a friend. The assailant stands there presumptuously, waiting for a response and there's dead silence. The kind of still silence you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. So, what I'm trying to say is - DON'T DO THAT, it's creepy.
Here's my strategy at getting my foot in the door (we'll find out if it words ha): Show talent. Be nice. Repeat. And it doesn't help that if I don't like someone there is a very small chance I will continue a relationship with them. Not worth it. I mean unless it means a once in a lifetime opportunity. Then, alright, I may just swallow my pride and compromise? Maybe? ha. I just feel like networking should be fun, and you should enjoy the company of the people who can potentially help you. I have a friend who is killer at networking, because he's mastered the art of showing genuine interest... or he's mastered masking the superficiality of it all... same thing? Either way, he's good.
It's all about who you know guys and dolls. Plain and simple. What a world.


And today I am off to interview for a grown up job. sweet.



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