It used to be that a good weekend was measured by Monday’s discomfort. How much pain were you in, literally or figuratively speaking, by then. Did you not get any sleep because you were up all night with someone or something? Did you fall victim to any form of over-consumption? Are you now slumped at your chair, the litany of texts you sent your ex burning brightly in your mind, waiting out the after-hangover of far too much fun?
My measures harken back to those of yesterday, not in productivity and shoulds but of all the things I did that I should have not:
- The continuation of the Wordless Music Series in Brooklyn via Fifth Veil and Beirut’s giddy, rehearsal-like performance. Hilarious snippets directly from the program: “The name of the group (Fifth Veil) refers both to Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils from the New Testament, and to a little-known conspiracy theory in which removing successive veils eventually reveals that the universe is controlled by secret societies of time-traveling lizards.” Also, an urging to join for September 24th’s performance where “Parisian electroacoustic artist Colleen” will play.
- IFC’s Rooftop Film Series in the lower east side, the last of the summer, where we saw all the best shorts of the year, our blanket on the floor and our eyes on French cartoons. Then, a social experiment at Fontana’s, where she left and I stayed, just to see if I could.
- The dance party mix was eight and a half hours long. And the party outlasted the mix.
- My family sitting in the best seats at the Jets game, mere hours after the dance party ended with me literally pushing people out of the door, in the sun, wave after wave of heat landing on me in this state. The Jets game outlasted me.
- How I ended it all by eating ice cream in my bed and in the dark and falling asleep before eleven.
The weekend is over; all go hard or go home, and my ribs hurt though I am not in any pain at all...
My measures harken back to those of yesterday, not in productivity and shoulds but of all the things I did that I should have not:
- The continuation of the Wordless Music Series in Brooklyn via Fifth Veil and Beirut’s giddy, rehearsal-like performance. Hilarious snippets directly from the program: “The name of the group (Fifth Veil) refers both to Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils from the New Testament, and to a little-known conspiracy theory in which removing successive veils eventually reveals that the universe is controlled by secret societies of time-traveling lizards.” Also, an urging to join for September 24th’s performance where “Parisian electroacoustic artist Colleen” will play.
- IFC’s Rooftop Film Series in the lower east side, the last of the summer, where we saw all the best shorts of the year, our blanket on the floor and our eyes on French cartoons. Then, a social experiment at Fontana’s, where she left and I stayed, just to see if I could.
- The dance party mix was eight and a half hours long. And the party outlasted the mix.
- My family sitting in the best seats at the Jets game, mere hours after the dance party ended with me literally pushing people out of the door, in the sun, wave after wave of heat landing on me in this state. The Jets game outlasted me.
- How I ended it all by eating ice cream in my bed and in the dark and falling asleep before eleven.
The weekend is over; all go hard or go home, and my ribs hurt though I am not in any pain at all...
5 comments:
Sometimes I wish I did that, just get to bed early with icecream. All good intentions and all that. Instead I'm feeling dog rough on a monday... again.
sounds like lots of fun!
Where is that music series taking place? I'm a huge fan of Colleen's.
Sounds like a pretty awesome weekend to me!
I spent most of mine asleep. Lame!
What a great adventure-filled weekend. Way better than my laundry-filled one...
Speaking of IFC, I just recently discovered their television Sunday lineup and I love The Business and The Minor Accomplishments of Jackie Woodman!
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