Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
could have been the liquor or the music that was alright
Because I am the eternal, Olympic flame of the 1990s (TM MTS), the first rock show that I've attended since moving back to NYC was none other than Buffalo Tom at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday night. It was a fun show, although I was exhausted and woozy from an impromptu happy hour earlier in the evening. They played a bunch of the "hits," but unfortunately I didn't stick around for the encore, so I have no idea if they played "Porchlight."
My favorite thing though (surprise, surprise) was noticing that Bill Janovitz was wearing a Red Sox wristband. He also razzed the audience about the misfortunes of the Yankees, which made the Masshole in me gleam with pride. There were a ton of Sox shirts and hats on those in attendance. I may just write this night off as "research" into the musical tastes of Red Sox Nation.
But yeah, the show took me back to 1993, when Big Red Letter Day was only removed from the CD player to make room for Let Me Come Over or various records by the Lemonheads and the Replacements.
(The Lemonheads are playing here on Thursday. I am sorely tempted, but there is no way in hell my husband will be willing to sit through that with me.)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
it's a hell of a town
We've moved back to New York City and it's weird. I feel as if I'm still in a liminal state. We're staying in a sublet for the summer, so it doesn't really feel like home. Our "permanent" apartment won't be ready until September. So I'm in a new neighborhood in my old city, and eventually I'll move to a new apartment in my old building. Life definitely has a touch of deja vu right about now.
It is really nice, however, to know that for the most part, my life is slowly becoming settled. Mike and I are in the same city (for the most part--dude's in Miami this week for Fashion Week), and we plan to stick around here for a while. I have a really good consulting gig that has fallen into my lap, and I start teaching at the alma mater in the fall. I'm concentrating my job search on the area and am perfectly willing to slog in the adjunct trenches for a while until something more permanent comes along here in NYC.
I do miss Philly, however. For example, this little tidbit from today. I was walking out of the subway, up the stairs to the street. There was a dirty diaper (ew!) on the top step. I looked at it and my first thought was, "That's so something I would see in Philly." It was gross, but then again, so is the Broad Street Line. I miss it!