crazysane

“Tell me life is Beautiful”

“He’s calling to offer you tickets to see Jeanne at radio city tonight”

“Who is Jeanne?”

“Oh, Keane”

Well that changed everything. Unfortunately I could not answer my phone since I was at work but once I had a lull I quickly texted accepting said tickets. I left directly from work to pick them up and dropped off the extra ticket for my husband so he could join me when he finished his shift. I proceeded to walk to radio city, surprised at how quickly the temperature had dropped. 

Once inside I was amazed that I was there, although I was a little self conscious of my attire, but I was about to see my first concert. At Radio City. The band was Keane. I could not have been more excited. I even toyed with the idea of buying a beer, until I looked at the price. I tried not to appear too excited and went to my seat. 

Beautiful. 

 The opening band, Youngblood Hawke, took the stage. Youngblood Hawke was enjoyable. They would separate and do synchronized drumming which I thought was fantastic. It was something I had not anticipated in a concert.  They finished their set and then it was time to change the stage around.

I wish I could describe my giddiness when Keane came onstage. I could not believe I was actually at one of their concerts. It was an experience that still seems dreamlike, probably because of the surprise tickets and the fact that I got to share that moment with my husband who introduced me to the band. It was an excellent Thursday night. 

fragments of December-May

” IIIII I quit, I quit, I quit”

two hilarious kids

bake all the things

David Lynch 

The Adults

The Help

Black Swan Green

bobbin winder seat

A dress for Clara

How did a blister get there? 

little tiny baby babies 

don’t chew your fingers

pattern making 

I would love to see her try

is that a smile or is that gas? 

how did I forget about peanut butter

it looks like a mullet 

“hahahaha your hair is so big today” Thanks, just what I wanted to hear. 

running in the rain

The Doors

“God! Shit! Fuck this day!”

“Ew, mommy that’s gross”

I just moved to New York a few months ago, and given the fact that I grew up in the suburbs I feel like I don’t quite fit in yet. However, two events have occurred that made my friend declare “you are a real New Yorker now”. Here is, apparently, what it takes to become a New Yorker. 

I work with a child, and though I have not gotten sick yet he has. One day as I was taking him to the doctor something hit me. I hadn’t been feeling well since lunch, but all of a sudden I started to feel dizzy, the back of my neck felt scorching hot and I started to sweat. I knew this feeling, I had to vomit, and fast. I quickly scanned for trashcans along the street. One block up. Got it. Focus, just don’t throw up yet. I get to the trashcan, lock the stroller, grip and throw. There is my lunch, staring at me atop a heap of trash. In the midst of all this a small girl along with her mother crossing the street at which point I hear the girl say in the most disgusted tone “EW! Mommy that’s gross”. Kid, I couldn’t agree more. 

The second event was far more traumatizing, I lost my cell phone in a car service vehicle. I was with a friend, and she tried calling it multiple times and it just went right to voice mail. We called the car service, the guy came back. We checked in between the seats, under the carpets, in the trunk, everywhere. When we called the car service to get a ride back they said they had found the phone, all I had to do was pick it up. The driver had apparently taken it in for a detail cleaning and they found the phone in his car, and the woman who answered our call for the car recognized my friend’s number from my phone. We stopped by the station, picked up my phone and she said “you are a real New Yorker now. Congratulations”. Only in New York does it take barfing into a trashcan and losing your phone to fit in. 

Is is a bad thing when you realize that all of your close friends have mothers that are legitimately nutty?