Thursday, October 06, 2011

Return of the Mack

By Mack, I meant Band Whore. We're pulling a hat trick this week. Yesterday was Peter, Bjorn and John. Tonight is the Rapture. Tomorrow will be some unknown band.

I've forgotten how much I love live shows and ignoring the hipsters on standby with folded arms as I dance to my favorite songs. Hips shaking, feet tapping, hands flailing. I'm not the most coordinated dancer but I will surely make up talent with passion.

So I've received a free par of tickets to AA Bondy, PB&J, the Rapture, and Culture Collide Festival in the last week. I guess the universe told me my lucky streak was over by giving me a parking ticket today. Equilibrium?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Macaroon Adventures

I don't like chocolate. There must be something screwy with my DNA for me to dislike chocolate. Because last time I checked, I am a female. Therefore, it's should be some written law of science, chick flicks, and stereotype that I like chocolate.

But I don't.

I'm not even a big fan of flowers. Potential (and current) boyfriends will have a hard time when Valentine's Day rolls around. Worse yet, I hate holidays. February 14 is a pissbed of disdain for me.

But I love macaroons. They will be the sugary path to diabetes for me. I want to say no regrets but the day I won't be able to have sweets, you might have to euthanize me because that's no way to live.

Places I've tried:
Jin Patisserie
Bottega Louie
La Provence

Place to try:
Hotcakes Bakes
XT Patisserie
Little Next Door

Sadly, this is just my Los Angeles list. I've even compiled a NYC list. Good god, I am doomed.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Yeah, pretty much accurate

Thank you Questionable Content and Jacques Jeph for summarizing my life.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Hello May and June

05 - Corin Tucker Band at the Satellite
07 - The Submarines at the Troubadour
17 - The Elected at the Troubadour
23 - Yeasayer at the Music Box
25 - Noah and the Whale at the El Rey

03 - The Antlers at the El Rey
10 - Friendly Fires at the Music Box
15 - Matt and Kim at the Music Box
24 - Titus Andronicus/Okkervil River at the Belly Up Tavern

Yes, I am a music whore. And yes, this ought to keep me musically satisfied for a while.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Hummingbird heart and ink set skin
Inevitable defeat, all settling in.
Charmed by snakes and Grecian lines
Hostile romance, all intertwines.

Well aware that I'm screwed over in so many ways. Going to leave those thoughts for another day. New York City, please devour me, skin bones and all.

Friday, December 03, 2010

Good, not good

I must remember not to eat creme brulee from Whole Foods before bed. It makes me restless so that I can't fall asleep. It's one am and all I want to do now is play guitar. Not good. Well, good for me because I can practice. It's not so good for the rest of my family.

Crème brûlée
Crème brûlée
Crème brûlée
Winter girl.

Fuck it. I'm going to tune the guitar.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

First world problem

What am I going to do with myself in New York City for a week? Well, to be more specific, what am I going to do with myself in Brooklyn for a few days? I'm over the tourist traps. Would it be wicked to just sleep and wake up for happy hour? Fall into a drunken stupor and repeat the cycle?

Methinks it would be acceptable.