I don't even know how long it has been since I last wrote. I've been in a been in my usual summer rut (you know the one- where the days fly by at lightning speed while I do what I always do- seek better jobs, seek fun, let the days pass me by without doing all the things I intend to do at the beginning of the season). Summer is nearly over (but not really, because I'm not in school therefore summer knows no end until the days grow cold and the sun goes down at 6pm). It's been a really uneventful summer punctuated only by fucked up nights of revelry (I think my 9 "cat" lives are running out), concerts, evenings with friends, a few interviews (yes, the never-ending job search is still never ending...) and not much else besides trying to improve my little existence in this world by finding a better job.
I saw U2 July 26th at Madison Square Garden, and the concert was pretty awesome... I've decided I want to marry the Edge... jk (you know I have my heart set on many others of superior musical talent and sexiness... "ahem, cough; Jack White, cough cough"). I even dragged my boyfriend to Hooters after the concert in our drunken and obnoxious state ( how "Delightfully tacky" ;) ). LOL. I hadn't been to a hooters in like 10 years... the fried pickles and boneless BBQ wings were enough to make me want to go again actually, and I'm being 100% serious. If you haven't had fried pickles, you aren't living. Afterward, I treated the fine Sunday night crowd at 1Oak to my white trash get-up of daisy dukes and 6 inch platform boots before we called it a night. Typical Kelsey style :) you know how I do.
"BONO... BONO... BONO....BONO!!!" lol... I must say the song that stands out the most in my mind is "Beautiful Day"- I've loved that song since I bought my first U2 album at age 13. The people next to us hushed us... I guess no one can handle our type of wild... when we go, we f*cking go. PS... Bono is hot with bleached blond hair... Maybe I can marry him after Jack White. JK ;D
The next concert on our Summer Concert Tour was the Deftones and Incubus. I must say, going into the concert, I was actually more excited for the Deftones portion of the show as the lead singer's screamo vocals are extremely sexy and thrilling. I was majorly disappointed by Chino and his band mates when I actually listened to them live at Jones Beach. The venue was very cool- it was my first time there. It was a large ampitheater situated on the beach- it overlooked the bay which was really cool, and Guy Feirri had a burger stand there which had some delectable french fries (yes, I'm fat). Other than that, I was extremely disappointed by the fact that it was a dry venue. There was a beer tent behind the arena, but no drinks were permitted within the actual arena/seating area. To this I say "WTF"?! I've never been to a concert where you can't bring drinks to your seats or where they aren't selling drinks in the theater. It also took FOREVER to get there. We had to take the LIRR and then a bus. Getting home was even worse because then the subways were running slow as it was after 1am when we got back to NYC. I will not make the trek to Jones Beach in the future unless someone like Jack White or Thom Yorke is playing. That being said, Incubus was awesome. They sounded great, the visuals were cool, and I am now striving to get Brandon Boyd's body... yes, I want a man's body. He was so thin and ripped... and beautiful. But, I digress ;)
These poor pants have been worn thread bare and these new Lita's are well on their way to being as loved up as my old Lita's... you just can't beat a stellar platform booty for concerts.
Looking like solid muscle... gross. My summer-party uniform. The hipster frames add a certain level of, je ne sais quoi... "intelligence"? ahahaha... right.
I am now gearing up for AC/DC this coming Wednesday. Let's pray that I make it to Wednesday since I am doing three nights of updates in a row, off Wednesday for the concert (which doesn't really mean 'off' since I'm traveling to dirty Jerz for it and will be intoxicated, I'm sure), and then doing another update on Thursday :D :D :D #blessed #ilovemyjob. For those of you who aren't familiar, an update shift means I go in at 4pm and get out of work around 2am. Yayyyyy!!!!! SO SO SO fun :D I'm sure by the time Friday rolls around I'll be malnourished, have bags under my eyes, and be an inch or two from death. Just another day in the life ;)
In addition to gearing up for AC/DC, I've also started thinking about what I want to wear to TomorrowWorld. I'm not sure if I mentioned it in my last blog (I can't even remember writing my last blog...), but I'm going to TomorrowWorld in Georgia at the end of September. It's going to be my FIRST festival (:D) so I hope that it lives up to all of my hopes and dreams and expectations. I am pretty stoked, and want to have the perfect wardrobe. I am insistent that I will be able to wear platforms, although there are many naysayers in my life saying I should stick with something comfier like chucks. Um, no. Comfort for me is not about how my toes feel ok? Comfort for me is knowing my little, stumpy legs look good in a pair of shorts, and that means elevating myself a good 5-6 inches in platforms that turn my stumpy, little legs into some amazingly long looking gams. Thank you very much. Maybe I will invest in some Doc Martins or platform creepers. We will see. The end of August is right around the corner, but September seems so far right now.
The home made pasta- a true labor of love.
As per usual, I've been outdoing myself in the kitchen meal after meal, pasta dish after pasta dish. I love cooking so much I sometimes consider how I could do it for a living. Although if I were cooking for a career, I may no longer find pleasure in it. There is just something so satisfying about chopping, saute-ing, making fatty sauces from scratch, and rolling meatballs even after a long day at work. I cook even when I don't get home until 11pm/midnight sometimes just because it is such a relaxing activity for me and relaxes me in a way that no glass of wine can (although, having a glass of wine while cooking is an even better combination of relaxation ;) ).
My boyfriend came up with the brilliant idea of me doing a professional photo-shoot for fun the other day, just so we have some professional, nice photos of me in the future. Maybe it's so he can look back one day when I'm old and wrinkled and remember how I looked once upon a time... if we are still together when I'm old and wrinkled that is... ;) While the idea of this is lovely, the last time I had professional photos done were my senior portraits in high school :x. I don't really photograph well unless I'm partying (ei. drunk/fucked up), or unless I'm taking a selfie, because I think this is the only time I'm relaxed. Something about my sober, composed self is just so awkward in photos. Not to mention that I'm one of the homeliest people I know. ;) You know I just have like, a few good angles... nothing more, nothing less. I'm like Jenna Marbles in that one video "How to trick people into thinking you're good looking" : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYpwAtnywTk
In my head, this is who I am on the inside and what I will always look like:
I will leave you with the following photo (it might as well be me):
