Party Type 2: There’s a Place Just a Few Blocks Up Another product of poor planning. You’ve cobbled together a group of friends, some are visiting from out of town!, and you’re psyched and ready to go except no one made dinner reservations and oh fuck aren’t you supposed to like pay a hundred bucks to get inside a bar and stay there all night or something? No worries. There’s this Italian place on 7th that’s always empty and maybe that bar we went to that time won’t be so full. What you end up doing is eating a hasty, bad, too-expensive meal then trudging from bar to bar to bar because everything is too crowded. You’re blessed with one friend who keeps complaining that you guys are walking too fast and her shoes are killing her and another who is suspiciously shitfaced. (The culprit is later revealed to be a well-hidden flask). Then everyone gets mad and starts snapping at each other and someone finally yells “I just want to be somewhere, anywhere inside, at midnight. Not wandering around on the street.” So you go to the worst, first bar you can find and have a couple beers and hug meekly at twelve then drink some more, and then the secret ninja drunk is trying to coax a stranger at the bar to do untoward things so it’s time to take them home and who’s going where and let’s split cabs maybe? No? OK, fine. Good night. Let’s actually make a plan next year, and ugh. You hate New Year’s. It’s never what you want it to be.
Surprisingingly, I didn’t watch A Christmas Story once on Christmas day! I feel a little sad about it because I ALWAYS watch it, but I guess it’s not that bad since I know every line anyway.
I spent eight fantastic nights back at home with my parents and Mike-seeing friends, family, enjoying tons of snow, but mostly I ate and drank and sat around. It was very relaxing and even though I’m back at work today, we only have a 2.5 day week, and then I have a 4 day weekened!
"I’d tell you you’re pretty, but you already know!"
- Random guy on the street to me while I was on my lunch break today. Does that mean “hey, you’re pretty!” or “you’re walking around like a stuck-up bitch who thinks she’s pretty”??! I am pretty sure I was looking down at the ground, lost in thought about how much I had to do when I got back to the office…
Today was suuuuuch a lazy day. I woke up late, ate breakfast with friends, took a nap, and layed on the couch covered in blankets while the wind whipped past the windows. I’m bummed tomorrow is Monday though. Booooo, weekends are so short…
What the hell is wrong with pop music? I turned on Good Morning America today and they had an Britney Spears “expert” talking about how Britney was now reformed and making a comeback. He was explaining that on the outside Britney was demonstrating a new maturity, which I imagine was code for she hasn’t gotten out of any cars lately without nickers on. Cut to commercial, back with a bit on Emeril making popcorn rice crispy treats, then onto Britney. The twisted fake blonde emerges onto a Circus-themed stage (complete with jugglers and stilted-walkers) at 8:30 am on a Tuesday morning to preform her new single “Womanizer.” Scantily clad, shaking it for a plaza full of tourists, the Mother of two does not exactly express a sense of “new maturity.”
The disturbing part is not the worship of this broken soul. My angst comes from the elaborate and desperate stage shows that have seemingly become a crucial ingredient in the pop music formula. A circus?! We’ve all seen the terrible marching band aesthetic of My Chemical Romance…we’ve witnessed another circus theme by the horrible Panic and the Disco…Moulin Rouge has become a go-to touchstone on par with “make it bling.” It seems to be common practice to utilize a random old-timey stage show as a distraction from the horrible music being projected.
Of course it is entirely a marketing tool to fill the mid-west stadium shows. The side show serves to entertain the sad saps that fork out 50 bucks for a Britney ticket and find themselves a half a mile from the singer with no human forms recognizable on the far-off stage. Phew!
Regardless, my only plea is for these “musicians” to actually choose a subject for the surrounding stage that reflects in some form the sounds that they produce. Though of course that may be the problem, as presumably fans would be less amused by a show with twirling bottles of Boone’s Farm and breakdancing “Low Balance” bank statements. Or worse, an “industry” themed stage show complete with a chorus of expensive producers and dancing hired song-writers.
I don’t know. Things seem pretty strange. You know, the stage show has been around forever- Pink Floyd and countless others found lazers and smoke machines to work just fine, perhaps that is a good starting point. But I may be assuming too much. Perhaps Britney’s circus theme does reflect her process in creating the latest album. She may have been really inspired by a trip to Barnum and Baileys. I can see the interview now:
Well, I was hanging around the lion cage, practicing tight rope walking, when I thought, hey y’all, these Clowns have a real story to tell. I’ll devote my next record to it.
Well said my friend. ALSO: Pink has a new album actually called “Circus”! aisjfklajsdf