Here it is Monday, December 20, 2004: 10 days after my last post and 5 days till Christmas. I’m feeling delinquent. Christmas is slowly turning into the shopping days count down, as I pop Tums and forge head first into an agitated sea of people.
The Sea, she was angry on Sunday rocking about violently, slamming to and fro. Abby and I took turns commanding a small vessel through the canals, quickly dismissing all Target’s wares. Nothing, not even the affordable allure of the brightly colored products could keep us among the sloppy mess of bodies. Decorative tins, tension rods, make-up, Christmas lights, and candy canes later we escaped outside to safer terrain. We had to sit for a minute, reflect in the brisk air to decompress.
Off again to find holiday cheer we headed toward the Christmas tree lot. When arriving, we were again faced with too many faces and retreated to the open air. The Lot penned in trees and bodies in some horrific corral at an intersection of two busy highways. The bodies and trees fought against each other as two Russian men screamed out prices over euro-techno beats. It was loud confusion; we weren’t really sure who or what was for sale.
We found another tree lot down the street in a good old fashion parking lot. We each bought a Christmas tree from a man who resembled Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer as much as a man can and still look like a man.
Decorative tins, tension rods, make-up, Christmas lights, and candy canes and now two trees, dragging behind us, headed home.
As I raised my mighty little tree in triumph and dressed it in lights, the light rain out my window turned to snow. It finally felt like Christmas. I was happy. I fell asleep with the tree still lit and woke up like a child on Christmas morning.
RHTL Update:
For a detailed description of DC hi-jinks please refer to the following link: http://peppermint-patty.blogspot.com/. The Debutantes played a great show at the Galaxy Hut and were asked back to play at the Velvet Lounge on January 21st. (More info to follow)
Monday, December 20, 2004
Friday, December 10, 2004
The Young, The Old, The District
At an Apartment on Ludlow:
I spent the evening enjoying life as a college grad. Admittedly, I graduated too early. Not to say that my genius carried me through the course work at an accelerated pace, but that I’ve been out of college and well into my twenties much longer than our hosts, who’ve just graduated and rented their first NYC apartment. They’ve dressed their walls and floors in grown up accessories and filled the rooms with adorable conversation. I was impressed by the feel and look of the “young” apartment. And instead of feeling old, I felt young and ready for anything.
It made me think about beginning life after college and it’s evolution as graduation day sinks farther and farther into the past. Remember when your major talking points were related to life experiences you had while in college, a couple of months ago? When you put your milk crate table on the curb and took your bed down from the cinder blocks and walked awkwardly into sophistication and intelligent conversation? What intelligent conversation? It was amusing to watch people in that tween place, figuring out what sort of adult they were going to be…whether they were going to be an adult (a decision I have yet to make..)
We (Dana, Matt, Andy & I) left the apartment on Ludlow and went to Bowery Ballroom to see some bands: The Bravery and Moving Units. I was disappointed with the Moving Units stage presence. They didn’t have command over the audience who slowly slipped downstairs to the bar as they played. They are excellent musicians with a tight sound, but didn’t enrapture the New York audience there mostly to see the marketable faces of the Bravery Boys (and tight, tight jeans.)
RHTL REPORT: The Debutantes Play DC
The RHTL is headed for the District. Adventures in the Nation’s Capital include: car trips, roadside pit stops, drinking vodka, exploring the suburbs for guitar accessories and music joke books, drinking vodka, playing music (see subject line), keg parties, making it home in one piece.
I spent the evening enjoying life as a college grad. Admittedly, I graduated too early. Not to say that my genius carried me through the course work at an accelerated pace, but that I’ve been out of college and well into my twenties much longer than our hosts, who’ve just graduated and rented their first NYC apartment. They’ve dressed their walls and floors in grown up accessories and filled the rooms with adorable conversation. I was impressed by the feel and look of the “young” apartment. And instead of feeling old, I felt young and ready for anything.
It made me think about beginning life after college and it’s evolution as graduation day sinks farther and farther into the past. Remember when your major talking points were related to life experiences you had while in college, a couple of months ago? When you put your milk crate table on the curb and took your bed down from the cinder blocks and walked awkwardly into sophistication and intelligent conversation? What intelligent conversation? It was amusing to watch people in that tween place, figuring out what sort of adult they were going to be…whether they were going to be an adult (a decision I have yet to make..)
We (Dana, Matt, Andy & I) left the apartment on Ludlow and went to Bowery Ballroom to see some bands: The Bravery and Moving Units. I was disappointed with the Moving Units stage presence. They didn’t have command over the audience who slowly slipped downstairs to the bar as they played. They are excellent musicians with a tight sound, but didn’t enrapture the New York audience there mostly to see the marketable faces of the Bravery Boys (and tight, tight jeans.)
RHTL REPORT: The Debutantes Play DC
The RHTL is headed for the District. Adventures in the Nation’s Capital include: car trips, roadside pit stops, drinking vodka, exploring the suburbs for guitar accessories and music joke books, drinking vodka, playing music (see subject line), keg parties, making it home in one piece.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
My Most Important Brooklyn
Yesterday’s update list failed to include my move to Brooklyn. I moved to Fort Greene to join my friends who wisely migrated east earlier. Though I’m still living out of boxes, eating out of boxes, dreaming about boxes crushing me to death, I'm so happy! Yay Brooklyn!
Brooklyn has unabashedly welcomed me into her arms even while I fussed generously over moving pains.
These are a few of my favorite things:
I inhabit a large room called the Parlor
I live blocks away from my favorite people
The chance of early morning tea over drunken late night gossip
Sleigh riding parties in the park/ hot chocolate in the parlor
A content cat sleeping in front of a very large window
Target (A short walk away)
New bars, eats, people (but not bars eating people or eating people at bars)
Dew drops on flowers and whiskers on kittens...
(Writing lists in a chaotic life provides some semblance of order.)
RHTL REPORT:
Tonight, the RHTL is searching for an alibi…hi-jinks and debauchery are expected to ensue.
Brooklyn has unabashedly welcomed me into her arms even while I fussed generously over moving pains.
These are a few of my favorite things:
I inhabit a large room called the Parlor
I live blocks away from my favorite people
The chance of early morning tea over drunken late night gossip
Sleigh riding parties in the park/ hot chocolate in the parlor
A content cat sleeping in front of a very large window
Target (A short walk away)
New bars, eats, people (but not bars eating people or eating people at bars)
Dew drops on flowers and whiskers on kittens...
(Writing lists in a chaotic life provides some semblance of order.)
RHTL REPORT:
Tonight, the RHTL is searching for an alibi…hi-jinks and debauchery are expected to ensue.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Back From the Brink
Recently, I was told by a great many (two people) that they checked this blog daily in case of updates. As you can see from my last post’s date line it has been a great while since I’ve posted. I was moved to write something today…even if just to give two sentences to two people.
It would be too complicated and too involved to pick up where I left off; pages and pages of boring daily accounts of illness, music and TV would scroll down the screen in dreadful monotony. Alas, I will report the high/ and not- so- highlights in 5 sentences or less.
1. I had Mono. (Lesson learned: Do not make out with fictitious High School boys named Kevin.)
2. I spent 3 weeks in bed. (Lesson learned: Developed life experiences through the subplots on my favorite shows.)
3. Played music/ Saw music (Lesson Learned: Rock shows can be very therapeutic.)
4. Ate too much turkey (Lesson learned: Exercises in stomach stretching is less scientific and more painful.)
5. Participated in Fallon Family holiday traditions: We cut down a beautiful tree and soon it will sit in my father's living room tall, proud and full of Christmas. I walked the equivalent of Texas shopping at the outlets with Mom. (Lesson learned: The supreme holiday joy experienced as a child is overshadowed by adult foot pain.)
RHTL (Red Headed Terror League) REPORT:
The RHTL are working toward bringing music to the masses. Movements toward RHTL DJ nights are progressing…more info to follow.
It would be too complicated and too involved to pick up where I left off; pages and pages of boring daily accounts of illness, music and TV would scroll down the screen in dreadful monotony. Alas, I will report the high/ and not- so- highlights in 5 sentences or less.
1. I had Mono. (Lesson learned: Do not make out with fictitious High School boys named Kevin.)
2. I spent 3 weeks in bed. (Lesson learned: Developed life experiences through the subplots on my favorite shows.)
3. Played music/ Saw music (Lesson Learned: Rock shows can be very therapeutic.)
4. Ate too much turkey (Lesson learned: Exercises in stomach stretching is less scientific and more painful.)
5. Participated in Fallon Family holiday traditions: We cut down a beautiful tree and soon it will sit in my father's living room tall, proud and full of Christmas. I walked the equivalent of Texas shopping at the outlets with Mom. (Lesson learned: The supreme holiday joy experienced as a child is overshadowed by adult foot pain.)
RHTL (Red Headed Terror League) REPORT:
The RHTL are working toward bringing music to the masses. Movements toward RHTL DJ nights are progressing…more info to follow.
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