I went away for July 4th weekend with a boy (friend. With a boyfriend. My boyfriend. Still struggling to say it, but I’m getting better all the time!) and something amazing happened:
I still like him! Even more than I did before, in fact!
I spent four whole days with this dude (boy. friend.) FOUR WHOLE DAYS, including 16 hours in the confines of a Toyota Corolla. I didn’t get sick of him, not even for a minute. The thought, “Ugh. Shut up,” never flashed across my mind, not even when were stuck in traffic and he belted out every word of the Reel Big Fish song on Spotify. I didn’t roll my eyes at him, not even once.
WHAT!? I DIDN’T THINK SUCH A THING WAS POSSIBLE.
I’m going up to Maine for 4th of July weekend and I’m really excited. Topping the charts for “Small Talk of the Week” and for once I’m super enthusiastic to answer: “What are your plans for the holiday weekend?”
I’m taking Monday off and going up to Maine! My family has a cabin on the coast. It’s going to be so nice to get out of the city! Haha, I’ve been obsessively trolling weather.com like it’s the Facebook page of my crush! The weather’s supposed to be nice! Sparklers are legal, the lobster is fresh, and there’s a homemade pie at some roadside farm stand that already has my name on it. Is it Friday yet?
Sounds great, right? Perfect small talk. Yes. Ok. Thing is, I’m leaving out one crucial detail. A detail that is the opposite of small, to me at least. Probably to you as well.
Uh…ok, it’s big enough that I need a minute to spit it out. Read More
Happy Pride Week, NYC! There are places you immediately think to go to celebrate Pride in the city- the parade along 5th Avenue, Stonewall Inn, pretty much any bar in Hell’s Kitchen. Unless you have a marble statue fetish (no judgement), the Metropolitan Museum of Art did not make that list. Well, I’m here to tell all you #LoveWins art lovers that now it can and should! No, not because of the Rei Kawakubo fashion exhibit!
Museum Hack, the only museum tour company I’ve ever truly loved, is joining the citywide Pride festivities with a Big Gay Met tour!
If you went on a middle school field trip to the Met in the late nineties, there was probably some little shit in your class named Kyle or Matt who shuffled along through the entirety of the museum muttering, “That’s so gay” under his pubescent breath. Turns out Kyle/Matt/Brad was RIGHT. Read More
I moved to NYC in May 2008 and my very first job was working as an usher for the Public Theater, Shakespeare in the Park. It was a magical summer. I was working in my favorite theater, seeing live performances every night, and occasionally getting mistaken for world-class actors. Those first months in New York felt like a Sex and the City dream…I was dating the wrong men and working security at opening night parties attended by Cynthia Nixon.
Sure, my job sounded boring- guide people to their seats and stop them from taking photos- but working at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park was such an adventure. Anything could happen! One night I became best friends with Jonathan Groff for 10 minutes! Another night Hillary and Bill Clinton attended the show, sat in my section, and shook my hand and personally thanked me! These are all true stories! Then there was the time I smoked a doobie with the man who wrote Hair: The American Tribal Love Rock Musical!
These were amazing experiences (and blog posts!) for a 22 year old new to New York. So needless to say
The Public Theater Shakespeare in the Park has a significant place in my NY lovin’ heart.
Never have I ever…been to a music festival. That was my lame but effective “Never Have I Ever” for years, but as of this weekend, it’s no longer true. Guys! I finally went to a music festival! And not just any music festival, the New York cliché of music festivals:
Governors Ball 2017
At the beginning of June every New York summer, Governors Ball invades Randall’s Island for a weekend. (Contrary to its name, Governors Ball is not on Governors Island like you might think. This music festival is too massive for cute little Governors Island.) I always kinda sorta thought it would be fun to check out but tickets are expensive, especially if you’re not super into any of the bands playing…
You know when you’re having a shitty day and you meet a friend for coffee to bitch about it and then someone steals your purse right out from under your feet?
That’s the kind of day I’m having.
Literally. I know it sounds like a joke, but it’s actually, 100% my life right now.
After months and months of dates that all rated somewhere on the scale of MEH to FINE, I couldn’t help but wonder. It’s me isn’t it? What am I doing wrong?!
I don’t want the wrong thing to be that dating is a numbers game. I don’t want it to be fucking timing. I want it to be something I can control, damn it! I want there to be something wrong with me!
Okay, okay, that’s going a little far. You know what would be great? If it was just something wrong with my online dating profile! Can it just be that? That’s super easy to fix, no soul searching or therapy required! Like that time my profile said I was expensive instead of expressive. Read More