I am treating it as a weird combination of the two.
I have three exams this week and a mini study period extending from today through wednesday. But, lets backtrack.
On friday I saw
small brown bike in NY at the
Cake Shop in the Lower East Side. I don't know why, but I was going into it a bit upset, a bit stressed out, a bit not ideal. (I think it started bc I wasn't sure I was going to make it but I got out of the hospital in time). I decided to walk there from the PATH train (1.4 miles apparently) in order to just calm down a little. I passed the old CBGB's site on the way, which is now a clothing store. It was like a punch to the jaw. Like a fuck this, I am moving out of this area, it's too commercial, too fake, too superficial.
Fine. I walk to the Cake Shop. The entry level is a vegan bakery and bar, the downstairs is the music. The 2nd of 4 bands was on and they were SO GOOD. Like, blown away. They are called
Your Skull My Closet. I knew about 5 minutes in that this would be a special show. Then
Bridge and Tunnel came on and were also insanely amazing. THEN small brown bike come on and was perfect. One of the best shows ever. They haven't playing in NY in 7 years and the show was sold out and it was a small venue so everyone was packed and excited and so nice. It was also a TRILLION degrees in there and we all just bonded over it. PLUS the sound system was phenomenal, something I've come to appreciate a bit more with age. Really wonderful show, one of the best I've ever been to.
My thing against NY is that it always seems like everyone is leading these perfect carefree lives. Everyone is rich and skinny and successful and has loads of free time and friends and relationships. Not that this is the definition of carefree, but, for some reason it's easier to pick up on those things and just get a bit scuffed by it all. So on the way back, it was weird! Girls crying, couples fighting, guys being skeevy. Like, just a 'oh, these people also have struggles'. It made me reconsider my fervent desire to leave NY as well.
Then, Saturday I went to a good friends bridal shower, which was so much fun. I ate a lot of fruit and girl chatted a bit and all that. As jaded as I am, I LOVE good happy relationships that progress and that bring out the best in the couple. I love the sense of calm in my friends face.
There was cake and cookies and cheese all over the place and I behaved like a normal person. I stuck with the fruit and tomatoes moreso, but still indulged, and stopped when I was no longer hungry. It's all of these little things that I just don't take for granted, I guess.
Then I studied...
Sunday, studied.some.more, then went to the gym and did 4 miles in under 40. YES. I have been a bit erratic with the running (but kept up the 4/wk thing!) so this was a nice surprise. I played a fun game of alternating the speeds a lot (I was on the treadmill). At first every half a mile, up until mile 2.5, where it was up 0.1 mph for every 0.1 miles, until I hit under a 9 minute mile, then it was back down slowly, until I got to a 10min mile and just finished with that. It was a ton of fun!
THEN I went to see small brown bike in DC. Yes. I am trying to fail out of school, I think. But moreso, I maybe have five things I regret in my life, and one of them is related to putting school above concerts. So, yeah. They were good and it was a calmer show and I had friends with me, which was super nice, but it was no epic NY show.
FINALLY, we are almost done. I am at my parents house in the suburbs while they are in Texas. Why? I have no idea, but I guess I'm morbidly curious as to what it's like to live alone in the suburbs? Or because it's peaceful as shit? [I had an awesome outdoor run!] Or, because I don't want to do deal with the hassle of parking, and noise, and my messy closet? Who knows, but we'll see how long this experiment lasts.