Last Night: PEN Gala, Hole
Last evening, Marisa Meltzer and Doree Shafrir went to the 2010 PEN Literary Gala at the American Museum of Natural History and then made their way to Terminal 5 to see a performance by the rock group Hole.
Doree: I feel like last night was sort of a quintessential weird New York night. I had so much fun.
Marisa: Me too. I was sick all weekend And then I was like, "Oh, I'll just go out and have one glass of wine. Maybe two!" And then I ended up having like six and getting home at 3 AM.
Doree: And next thing you know you're at a party in the West Village you can't talk about.
Doree: I was totally having a Lucky magazine day-to-night clothing crisis.
Marisa: We both had real sartorial challenges. Should we discuss our outfits?
Doree: You looked hot!
Marisa: Okay, so I had on a Maria Cornejo dress and tights (NOTE: not slutty ones, unfortunately) and old Mayle wedges.
Doree: No, I was wearing the slutty tights last night (NOTE: not Parisian, unfortunately).
Marisa: They were super-slutty.
Doree: Straight from the lingerie section at H&M. They were also too big and kept bunching up. But no matter! I was also wearing this dress with zippers on it that I randomly purchased in Philly.
Marisa: I love that dress so much. Everyone loves that dress.
Work, summer, party = the gym, tan, laundry?
wait wait wait, is "the gym, tan, laundry" a thing??
You're right I should have left out the article before gym. Work, summer, party, gym, tan laundry are all verbs.
The pay-as-you-go computers are for the herds of tourists that roam the plains of Amsterdam and Columbus every afternoon with terrible cases of museum fatigue and post-Times-Square-stress syndrome. It's a condition that seeks cheap, sugary things, and brightly lit, plastic-looking environments. The computers are just a fly-trap, these people are as internet-addicted as we are and they've been lost all day in what they (or rather everyone expect Lukas) thought was SoHo and now they're back in a place where the street numbers make them feel safe so they remember they are alive after all and HOLY SHIT MY EMAIL GOTTA CHECK IT THREE DOLLARS WHATEVER THANK GOD FOR THIS! I live on the UWS just above a FroYo place "with internet." It's a tourist mecca around 4:30pm.
The Dead Poet is definitely worth visiting when you're up north. Dive 75 is also a fave of mine. That might or might not be related to the free chocolate.
(Happy to see you here!!)
THANK YOU. That explains so much.
I always recommend wearing a floor-length white ball gown to black tie events. Either (A) it's not a wedding and you're the only woman in white or (B) it is a wedding but you're only one of two women in white (yet all the attention is still on you). Either scenario you win.
I definitely do not feel any less stupid.
Try harder!
I know, right hahahahahahahaha
Okay for some reason the comments would let me insert the [gunshot] that was supposed to cap that. Either way, I like both of these lady's writing. But I think I could read about three pages of this before giving up the location of the rebel base.
You could not live through this?
I blame Balk for excessive pagination. He's such a page view whore.
I need to see what "slutty" tights look like. Because to me, tights are opaque, modest things.
I was thinking along these lines:
http://vampjac.com/lj/pulchritude/2008/costumes/corset_back_tights.jpg
Very German H&M. Do they let those across the border?
There really should be more than this one post under that last tag up there. Don't get me wrong. I like to eavesdrop too.
agree on Balk's whoriness, but I actually thought the pagejumps were deployed rather effectively in the narrative. The recap chat is becoming a thing, with conventions, like 2-camera sitcoms. Balk as the Norman Lear of pagination.
Many thanks! Also, we lost the single-page option during the server issues yesterday, but they are working on restoring it, which should make the whoriness slightly less obvious.
subtly slutty
Like my tights.
Next time I see these two at a party, I think it would be fun to submit a metacommentary to be published as an appendix.
Doree, I think you're thinking of the National Book Awards. That was fall 2007 and I'd only just gotten here. Not only did I not own a suit, I remember asking you, at like 5pm the night of, whether the NBAs were a really important thing for me to go to. Then I went to Zara on 5th and got a suit, right off the rack. I didn't even need to get it altered or anything.
Just wanted to correct the record here.