Portishead- Glory Box <--- I don't need to give a reason for this, just watch it.
Current lookings: The Genius that is BANKSY <--- genius graffiti artist.
This isn't me:
<--- weird.I just climbed down from my rooftop after looking at the 9/11 Twin Tower spotlights in the Manhattan skyline. It was really neato. Brooklyn, I love you.
Lately, I've come to realize that this city has the ability to completely drain you of everything you have: money, energy, motivation, virginity. Well, that's a lie... it hasn't taken me two years to figure that out. However, it has taken me two years to figure out how to actually live in the city and not just survive. Although, I do find myself lately living in my bed but, I don't really mind that once in a while. What am I saying, most of the time all I want to do is crawl into my bed and sleep for hours when I get home from work. We have a house ghost, he steals your motivation and puts it into a jar for a rainy day and usually on that rainy day, you still won't leave.
Anyway, enough of ghosts and back to living. This summer, I spent a lot of time attending completely free events/concerts and open bars. YES, open bars.
When my untamed lion comes out, these are the websites that have started my New Testimate (I never had an old one, but at least the stories in my new testimate are based upon fact and not fables of the most famous of zombie resurrections).
http://nyc.myopenbar.com/
http://myfreeconcert.blogspot.com/
http://www.freenyc.net/
also...
http://www.brooklynvegan.com/
http://www.villagevoice.com/
If you currently live in New York City and haven't yet been to any or all of these sites, drop whatever you're doing now and browse to your hearts desire... there's no going back. Also a great thing for you to investigate if you plan on coming to the city for a little visitsky.
Though this may be the most expensive city in the United States, it also has the most to offer when it comes to free events and cheap secrets. There's something going on every night. It just takes a little browsing and some deep bowel diving. There's no doubt in my mind that I would like to have more money in my pocket to enjoy the things that do require cash. But, really... you're forced to use your imagination more when you have less to work with. I don't even find much joy in new clothes anymore. It's a lot more intriguing to think about "who has been in these clothes, where have they been and how old are they?" compared to, "how much did it really cost to make this and why am I paying more than twenty cans of Arizona for it?".
It's also fashion season in the city. Perching yourself on a park bench and creeping on passerbys with finely-coifed pompadours and salvos mixed in with an occasional roofied up pan-handler is just as satisfying as any free vodka bar or dance party. But really, you can get a good laugh at this description of people any time of year in Williamsburg.
A real-life flipbook:
"Wow, your tights look just like the Cheetos I just ate."
"They don't feel like the Cheetos I just ate. Want to hold my hand?"
*right after a good hand smack*
"Sorry, Mom. Your legs don't look nearly as delicious as these ones."
"Juice will do."
