“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no whenever you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.”—Eve Ensler
You know it’s a good night when a 250+ lb dyke threatens to kick your ass. True story.
On Saturday some friends and I drove up to the city to see one of our all time favorite bands of the 90’s, The Cranberries. We were the youngest ones there of course, besides the one 10 year old clad in Hannah Montana gear. The concert was awesome to say the least. We were basically front row. Had someone thrown me about 8 feet in the direction of the stage I could hugged Dolores and that tiny little Irish body of hers.
It was towards the end of the night when it all happened. This manish woman who straight up looked like Guy Fieri sans facial hair came stampeding full-force through the crowd, trying to make her way up towards the front. My guy friend, annoyed with her drunken fat ass, decided to give her a hefty shove so she’d hurry up. After realizing what had just occurred, she spun around and saw only me…her much smaller, 5’ 2” (5’ 1 and 3/4” to be exact) “nemesis” looking straight back at her. She pointed her grubby man finger in my face and said, “I COUUDD KICK YOUR ASSSS!” Well, no kidding. Somehow I got out of that one without a fuss, but then again I think she had her sights set on going back and fondling her equally big girlfriend. Man, and to think this wasn’t even the highlight of my weekend…hot damn.
Finally. Here are some pictures of the Rodarte for Target line, which were leaked today. Thank you New York Magazine. My thoughts…is this really all Rodarte has to offer? A bunch of cardigans and some tulle skirts? Besides the black tulle slip dress and swiss dot dress in blue (pictured above) I’m only mildy impressed. I get that they’re designing for the mass market but come on. I can walk into any Forver 21 right now and find the same shit. Zac Posen, you better bring it come April.
So my roommate tells me what I want is a “city bike.” Heaven knows what this actually means because I don’t know shit about bikes. I took a gander though and I found this Dutch bike. I love the details, including the fenders and brown leather seat. It’s sooo me and the fact that it’s black well, it’s basically perfect. Now here’s the kicker. It costs about $1,600…whomp whomp whomp.