you say it better, with more conviction than i. (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} __uptight) wrote,@ 2006-11-03 17:36:00 |
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apparently, halloween is over. WHO KNEW?
so! bradford and i went to see the tiger lillies wednesday night. we were running a bit late, but after hauling ass to willowbrook, to the bus stop, to the subway (where some guy named "the chad" told us we looked interesting and wanted to know what sweet club we were hitting up), and then around brooklyn (which neither of us ever go to), we finally reached st. anne's warehouse.
the tiger lillies were fantastic. it wasn't even a show, it was a performance (they had an intermission). they played almost all new songs which were all really good. the bassist played the saw on more than one occaision! they also played "killer," much to the delight of bradford and i. then a lot of other shit happened which will be under the cut but read it because wow.
hayyyyy!
HAAAAAAAYYYYY! (half of) the pony party meets the tiger lillies! they also signed our play bills and were generally nice people!
so, we left the theater and hauled ass back through brooklyn, to the subway, to the port authority, only to find out that our bus stopped running at eleven. it was currently 11:30. oh. so we went to mcdonalds to think about our situation. went back to port athority. the next bus back to willowbrook? 8 in the morning. i called my mom around one in the morning, but she was obviously sleeping and couldn't get the phone in time. i left a message, since i was using a payphone and she wouldn't be able to call back. (neither brad nor i had a cell.) so. we try to find a spot in port athority to chill...for seven hours. unfortunately, an unnecessarily surly guard kicked us out. so we were on the street with basically nowhere to go. luckily, we found a crevice to sit in!
there we are. very, very tired.
okay, so people in new york are really nice. a bunch of people stopped and asked if we were okay and if we needed anything. some scottish guy was clearly struggling with what he could possibly do for us, and ended up offering to take us out for drinks. being underage, we declined, to which he offered to get us food or money. we didn't need either of those things, but it was really kind nonetheless. another man asked for a light, and then proceeded to tell us about a movie he had seen three times and how amazing it is. out of nowhere.
regardless, we started getting cold. we needed a blanket. we walked to this giant drugstore who's name i forget, and had to choose between a $20 christmas tree skirt or a box of glad bags.
clearly the correct choice.
once the glad bags arrived it was a fucking SLUMBER PARTY in our crevice. we made sleeping bags and ponchos and it actually really worked, i was a lot warmer.
french. stoned. generally unflattering.
i ended up falling asleep to the sweet sounds of the city, and i think eventually brad did too. we slept for maybe an hour and a half? nobody bothered us, which was cool. but then it started to rain, so we had to run back to port athority and explain our situation so the man would let us back in. he did.
SO TIRED.
port athority: our final resting place.
we slept for a while until they started opening doors and it got cold. we were up at maybe fiveish. walked around for a bit and then went to a modern bagel-esque sort of place called au bon pain. clearly a french s&m club.
their coffee tasted like sewage. i'm not even joking.
we stayed there for...a really long time, and left around 7:20 (time for school!). found some statues:
eventually caught our bus, got back to jersey, went to my house, called my mom who cried because she thought we were dead. apparently my message never went through and she had the cops looking for us. i felt really bad. she wasn't mad though, because what else could we have done? so yeah, i changed my clothes and brad drove me to school. on the way there, some douchebag rearended us. way to top off a totally awesome night.
i'm sure one day, we'll look back and realize how funny it all was. it was all pretty surreal. but hey, at least i got a taste of what my future will be like!
so! bradford and i went to see the tiger lillies wednesday night. we were running a bit late, but after hauling ass to willowbrook, to the bus stop, to the subway (where some guy named "the chad" told us we looked interesting and wanted to know what sweet club we were hitting up), and then around brooklyn (which neither of us ever go to), we finally reached st. anne's warehouse.
the tiger lillies were fantastic. it wasn't even a show, it was a performance (they had an intermission). they played almost all new songs which were all really good. the bassist played the saw on more than one occaision! they also played "killer," much to the delight of bradford and i. then a lot of other shit happened which will be under the cut but read it because wow.
hayyyyy!
HAAAAAAAYYYYY! (half of) the pony party meets the tiger lillies! they also signed our play bills and were generally nice people!
so, we left the theater and hauled ass back through brooklyn, to the subway, to the port authority, only to find out that our bus stopped running at eleven. it was currently 11:30. oh. so we went to mcdonalds to think about our situation. went back to port athority. the next bus back to willowbrook? 8 in the morning. i called my mom around one in the morning, but she was obviously sleeping and couldn't get the phone in time. i left a message, since i was using a payphone and she wouldn't be able to call back. (neither brad nor i had a cell.) so. we try to find a spot in port athority to chill...for seven hours. unfortunately, an unnecessarily surly guard kicked us out. so we were on the street with basically nowhere to go. luckily, we found a crevice to sit in!
there we are. very, very tired.
okay, so people in new york are really nice. a bunch of people stopped and asked if we were okay and if we needed anything. some scottish guy was clearly struggling with what he could possibly do for us, and ended up offering to take us out for drinks. being underage, we declined, to which he offered to get us food or money. we didn't need either of those things, but it was really kind nonetheless. another man asked for a light, and then proceeded to tell us about a movie he had seen three times and how amazing it is. out of nowhere.
regardless, we started getting cold. we needed a blanket. we walked to this giant drugstore who's name i forget, and had to choose between a $20 christmas tree skirt or a box of glad bags.
clearly the correct choice.
once the glad bags arrived it was a fucking SLUMBER PARTY in our crevice. we made sleeping bags and ponchos and it actually really worked, i was a lot warmer.
french. stoned. generally unflattering.
i ended up falling asleep to the sweet sounds of the city, and i think eventually brad did too. we slept for maybe an hour and a half? nobody bothered us, which was cool. but then it started to rain, so we had to run back to port athority and explain our situation so the man would let us back in. he did.
SO TIRED.
port athority: our final resting place.
we slept for a while until they started opening doors and it got cold. we were up at maybe fiveish. walked around for a bit and then went to a modern bagel-esque sort of place called au bon pain. clearly a french s&m club.
their coffee tasted like sewage. i'm not even joking.
we stayed there for...a really long time, and left around 7:20 (time for school!). found some statues:
eventually caught our bus, got back to jersey, went to my house, called my mom who cried because she thought we were dead. apparently my message never went through and she had the cops looking for us. i felt really bad. she wasn't mad though, because what else could we have done? so yeah, i changed my clothes and brad drove me to school. on the way there, some douchebag rearended us. way to top off a totally awesome night.
i'm sure one day, we'll look back and realize how funny it all was. it was all pretty surreal. but hey, at least i got a taste of what my future will be like!
