They're birds, if you can't tell
The concert was really nice; we only stayed for two acts (Pink Spiders, I think they were called, and Cobra Starship). The first band was horrid to no end, and we were only really interested in Cobra anyway.
In any case, Angel Face or not, we all had a fun time and enjoyed watching the other teenagers make fools of themselves (I was dancing, I won't deny it). After Cobra played, we left Roseland Ballroom in search for a hookah bar, when we were promptly interrupted by the ID Gods, who apparently did not want us to enjoy anything before we had some legal proof of being over eighteen. I have to interject to say that I am a responsible person and tend not to do illegal things, but hookah is almost a teenage rite of passage, if not just a fun social activity. Anyway, we were going to head to the village to continue our search when I decided it'd be a better idea to head over to Hoboken, considering it's closer to home and not as full of, uh, bondage shops.
So we ended up going to Johnny Rocket's (because I just can't get enough fried this and greasy that-- more trans fats, please!) and ordering some fries as a small dinner. We were going to go to a cafe after wards, but it was raining really hard by the time we came out and it was getting late, so we headed home.
We had to wait about an hour or so for our PATH trains to come; we actually ended up getting on one and were gently informed by the conductor ("What, are you fuckin' retarted??") that they did not appreciate our presence while they were doing police testing.
To go off on a tangent:
I hate to rant or anything, but I absolutely cannot stand it when older guys stare at me in subway stations. I tend not to wear revealing clothing or anything and I guess I should be flattered (next to trans fats, I hold subway perverts in the highest regard), but I AM SIXTEEN AND YOU ARE FIFTY TWO, PLEASE GO PURCHASE YOURSELF A PROSTITUTE. I always end up grabbing one of my male companion's arms and making them pretend to be my boyfriend (this has happened twice when we were going to concerts, once this past week and once in April during an Arctic Monkeys show... I was actually groped in Lincoln Center over the summer-- right in front of a couple of cops, actually, who just laughed when I informed them of what happened).
I should really go read this James Baldwin piece for English (Notes of a Native Son). When Mr. Shallcross assigned us the essay, Eliav made the interesting comment of, "Isn't he an actor?" to which I promptly stuck my head in my hands and sighed. I love my generation.
Also, I'm trying to get into Virginia Woolf, do any of you fans have recommendations?
Charline
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Also, I like how James Baldwin writes. I had to read Stranger in the Village for class recently, and really enjoyed it. Unfortunately I have no Virginia Woolf recommendations having never read anything myself, but I am looking for some new reading, so be sure to let me (us audience) know if you find something worthwhile!
I'd have stayed for Jared no matter what... Hehe... ;)
As for Virginia, I've read only Orlando and Mrs Dalloway, both of which I loved immensely. :) Perhaps you should start with her short stories, I don't know... I've heard lovely things about To The Lighthouse as well.