shit

i'm wearing orange and black today, totally by mistake. i feel like a dork bigtime. knew i should've grabbed the grey hoodie. it's been a crazy 5 days - people have gone mad and there have been parties left right and all around. however i am up for resurrecting trashney for one last time today!

happy halloween!

molested tvs, etc

i had a bit too much to drink last thursday night. just a tad over the limit, i was. i stumble into the hotel room where my parents are sleeping. my mother tells me the next morning, as i don't remember:
her: do you remember knocking the tv over last night?
me: um, no?
her: you knocked it onto the floor! your dad jumped up and put it back.
me, utterly confused, as in all hotels, the tv is placed firmly in a cabinet: ..oh.
her: i asked you what you were doing and you said, "i just wanted to touch it."

apparently. obviously i mistook myself for a rockstar. luckily i didn't drop it onto my own feet. but suddenly, the whole chucking tvs thing makes soooo much more sense! unfortunately, the rest of the trip went downhill from there.

new things i've learned:
topshop and boots are two of the best stores, ever
british boys are hot (surprisingly)
french boys (well, everyone) are not
the tube is fuckin great
a fresh baguette might just maybe be better than a bagel and cream cheese (blasphemy, i know)
my aunt shops like a fiend and snores like a man
fruits de mer is pretty good:



i don't think i've ever had that many oysters in one day
things are shockingly expensive in europe. yes, this is coming from a new yorker!

luckily i've got 2 hot open bars this week to lessen the post-trip depression.

erm, more later when i can be bothered.

i'm off for a little jaunt across the pond. seeyas later!

open letter to my neighbor

hey asshole!

yeah, you 5'5" loud-mouthed prick. countless times over the past 2 1/2 years have i been woken up by your inconsiderate behavior. you've worked in the bar downstairs for years (yet haven't managed to rise above barback, hmm) and like to bring friends/girls to your pad when you're off. listen genius, pumping your shit music loudly at 4am on a weekday isn't going to win you any friends. nor is jackhammering away at a girl so hard the entire bed scrapes against the floor. as if the banging headboard isn't bad enough. idea! move the bed away from the wall so everyone in the building doesn't know exactly what is going on in your bedroom, and how long you last (or not). christ, listening to that makes me want to reach for that chastity belt and throw away the key. how about being nice to your neighbors and not picking fights with them because their dog brushed against your door. and, one more! how about being nice to your friends and not bawling at them on the phone, screaming fuck you? wait, i lied. there's one more. deciding to plug in that guitar at 5am (also during the week) and blasting full volume? not such a great idea. you can't play, and you can't sing. you should really stop. i understand you are a short guy and have napoleon syndrome. just get over it, because you're never going to grow another two inches. you had a girlfriend a few months back, a girl who looked so young she might have been jailbait. i had to listen to you manipulate the poor misguided girl and it made me sick to my stomach. i despise you, ryan. you are a douchebag and a waste of space.

sincerely,
snarkylush

MORE COWBELL

the rapture fucking rocked it last night. i am now very excited for their next album to come out. they managed to tip the balance in favor of a good night.. just slightly. see, before them i had the very worst musical experience of my life. the gil mantera party dream. bar none, the worst band i have ever seen. not only the awful music, but the singer was totally obnoxious. i wanted to claw my head off. i went to the stage to see what the fuck was going on, and then i wanted to claw my eyes out. a little sampling of the grossness:







..yeah. thanks for raping my eyes, assholes.

apparently i have a clone named sandy running around the city. keep an eye out and tell that bitch what's what.

c, welcome to the we get hot for falsettos club.

why is it only wednesday!

i will not drink on an empty stomach.
i will not drink on an empty stomach.
i will not drink on an empty stomach.
i will not drink on an empty stomach.
i will not drink on an empty stomach.

i'm soooo over hipster fuckfests.

highline

c and i walked the highline this past saturday. the weather could not have been more perfect. here's a short account, seeing as all others on the internets are a few years old.

we entered through the truckyard on 33rd st between 11 and 12 ave. there was no guard and we got in no problems. if you're not able to jump up to the track through the trucks (as we were not), it's possible to walk all the way down to the back of the lot and climb down into weeds as tall as you are, and then get to the track from there. we encountered a friendly lirr employee who warned us if we were caught, we'd be arrested. other than that, we walked the entire length without encountering anyone else. the first fence had a small door carved in it; i'm unsure how a bigger person would be able to manage to get through. the second fence had the hole at the bottom, where someone helpfully laid a plank. it was here i found a phone that had apparently been lost the day before (i returned it yesterday - losing your phone sucks!). i think the coolest part was the enclosed station with the old tunstyles. we walked all the way to 14th street and turned back to investigate the stairway at 17th st. the stairs were indeed cut off, but the main problem was the entire area was fenced in. a guard came over as i was looking for a way to squeeze through and told me i'd have to go back. this was a huge bummer as a cold drink at the red rock was beckoning us bigtime. i think the walk down took an hour and a half with lots of stops for photo taking, and back it was 40 minutes tops. overall, very cool and totally worth it.

some pics.














see the entire set here.