Brooklyn / Manhattan was seriously, the best time I've had in a while. No one cares what I did so I'm not going to write about that.
What I am going to say though... hanging with total Manhattan hipsters and that made coach from MTV and that band Semi Precious Weapons and his 'crew' in some fancy upscale club called Cain where a bottle of Vodka that I can buy for $50 max in a liquor store was $500 or more and other bottles were priced at $40,000 and higher, truly makes me appreciate my true friends that are my friend because of who I am underneath makeup and clothing and stereotypes that come along with that. Last night after making my way back to Brooklyn from Manhattan to find myself crashing on my friends couch, I laid awake after everyone had fallen asleep thinking about my friends, even some from up at school, and my family and hometown, and I just could not wait to get on that train today and see their faces.
I am so fortunate to not be blindsided by appearances and clothing and makeup and having the 'right friends'. I would be friends with my friends regardless of whether they had the newest Channel clutch that costs more than my car or they shopped at second hand stores and dressed to the equivalence of a bum everyday.
Last night, Steve Baby was saying how tough it is to attract crowds to hardcore shows in Brooklyn and Christina commented saying that Brooklyn kids feel like they're 'too good' for shows like that. It makes me sick the people think they are too good for something. I'm sure I have been guilty of this before, but at least I recognize if I'm being a pretentious ass. Everybody is the same, nobody is better than someone else. I'd be a moron if I thought the world would ever work that way, but it's a true statement.
Everyone kissed that dude Justin's ass last night and it aggravated me. I'm guilty of leaning to Christina and saying "That's the guy that was on Made last month" when he first sat next to us and being glad that I got to hang out with him because he was a funny, RIDICULOUS, dude... but that was that. I would have been just as satisfied hanging with somebody who nobody at the club knew or noticed, who was equally funny and witty.
My cousin has been dating Jackie O's (Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis) stepdaughter for the last two years and my cousin finally told the family exactly who she was just before Christmas and the buzz in my family is just intense over the topic. I don't get it. I think it's neat because Jackie O is a fashion icon, but who cares about the money and the fame and blah blah. SHE IS HUMAN AND HER MONEY AND FAME MAKES HER NO MORE OR LESS IMPORTANT OR INTERESTING OR BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. I suppose the fact that I thought it was important enough to blog about makes me guilty in some far fetched sense.
Who knows, who cares. Either way... last night was a good time.
What I am going to say though... hanging with total Manhattan hipsters and that made coach from MTV and that band Semi Precious Weapons and his 'crew' in some fancy upscale club called Cain where a bottle of Vodka that I can buy for $50 max in a liquor store was $500 or more and other bottles were priced at $40,000 and higher, truly makes me appreciate my true friends that are my friend because of who I am underneath makeup and clothing and stereotypes that come along with that. Last night after making my way back to Brooklyn from Manhattan to find myself crashing on my friends couch, I laid awake after everyone had fallen asleep thinking about my friends, even some from up at school, and my family and hometown, and I just could not wait to get on that train today and see their faces.
I am so fortunate to not be blindsided by appearances and clothing and makeup and having the 'right friends'. I would be friends with my friends regardless of whether they had the newest Channel clutch that costs more than my car or they shopped at second hand stores and dressed to the equivalence of a bum everyday.
Last night, Steve Baby was saying how tough it is to attract crowds to hardcore shows in Brooklyn and Christina commented saying that Brooklyn kids feel like they're 'too good' for shows like that. It makes me sick the people think they are too good for something. I'm sure I have been guilty of this before, but at least I recognize if I'm being a pretentious ass. Everybody is the same, nobody is better than someone else. I'd be a moron if I thought the world would ever work that way, but it's a true statement.
Everyone kissed that dude Justin's ass last night and it aggravated me. I'm guilty of leaning to Christina and saying "That's the guy that was on Made last month" when he first sat next to us and being glad that I got to hang out with him because he was a funny, RIDICULOUS, dude... but that was that. I would have been just as satisfied hanging with somebody who nobody at the club knew or noticed, who was equally funny and witty.
My cousin has been dating Jackie O's (Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis) stepdaughter for the last two years and my cousin finally told the family exactly who she was just before Christmas and the buzz in my family is just intense over the topic. I don't get it. I think it's neat because Jackie O is a fashion icon, but who cares about the money and the fame and blah blah. SHE IS HUMAN AND HER MONEY AND FAME MAKES HER NO MORE OR LESS IMPORTANT OR INTERESTING OR BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. I suppose the fact that I thought it was important enough to blog about makes me guilty in some far fetched sense.
Who knows, who cares. Either way... last night was a good time.
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