sirena: (kate; a homunculus!)
I'll give you the long version later, but the short one is that it was wonderful and fun and I came back with this:


Marty Beller's Drumstick


And Marty is awesome, because he looks like he's just having the best time in a job where he gets to hit things really hard, a lot.

The story goes thusly:
The show ended, and I wanted to stick around for a bit because I never do, and I'd come all the way to New York for this, so I wasn't missing out. The setlists went pretty quickly, and I was afraid I wouldn't get anything cool for my trouble. Marty Beller was out on stage hanging out, I guess, and I leaned onto the stagey thing and shouted, "Hey Marty, is there anything left up there? It's my birthday!"

He said, "Your birthday?... How about a drumstick?"

And I think I giggled like an idiot.

Before he handed it to me, he said, "Are you sure it's your birthday? What's the date?"

And I, like an idiot, had to think about it for a split-second, but he gave it to me anyway.

And that is how I got Marty Beller's Drum stick.
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
Going to NYC, brb


& happy birthday to me
sirena: (blue beetle; gladys)
Last one, for good measure, and because I might not get a chance before I leave for New York:



Here's to not getting mugged. :D
sirena: (teapot; supercharged)


Help. Someone make me study, please. This is my last final EVER and I cannot muster the strength to even get my notebook out of my bag.

Instead I'm procrastinating by writing this post sitting here listening to the same song on repeat. I admit I'm a sucker for the use of drum brushes, and "We'll Go Walking" by The Bees (U.S.) has me hooked. Ah, so pretty. I will accept this album for my birthday (which is this Saturday, in case you were unaware) or Christmas. (A while ago, I posted some other Bees songs here.)

I will also direct your attention to "Times Are A Stayin'" by J-Roddy Walston and the Business, whom I have yet to see live.

OK OK OK OK OK, for serious, I will go study now. [serious face]
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
I think I accidentally added (and subsequently removed) someone to my flist, so whoever I added, if you stumble upon this, hi. And oops.

My tickets for next month's TMBG Brooklyn Birthday Extravaganzapaloozathon have arrived and we also got the hotel! However! The concert venue is in Park Slopes, near (funnily enough) Prospect Park. The hotel is way the hell down near Brighton Beach.
+: It's near (on?) the water AND like three miles from Coney Island.
-: It's way the hell down near Brighton Beach. And it's a bit over a mile to the nearest subway stop. Scheisse. (note to self: take the Q to 7th Avenue)

Ah well. I can't believe this song exists.

My teeth hurt and I'm soon to be an uninsured college graduate, so I should get them checked out, I guess.

Wearing Ze Wig tomorrow! Because Tim said it's "rad."


ETA: I am here all by my lonesome and I'm hearing scary noises. :x

Also here is a fantastic cover of Elvis Costello's "I Want You" by Fiona Apple.
sirena: (The terrible truth about rainbows.)
The stars have aligned, my friends.

Or they will, I guess.

In a month and a half I'll be 23. I feel old already. But taking the edge off of this is the fact that They Might Be Giants are playing THAT VERY NIGHT. ON MY BIRTHDAY. YES. IT'S TRUE. There is no way I am not going. Maybe they will sing Happy Birthday to me and then I can pretty much just die right on the spot.

Anywayayayay. Thing is, it's in Brooklyn, and I know over half of my flist is MIA or dead or on the West Coast (LAME!) (I KID) (I really need to get more friends), but would anyone happen to be able to recommend a nice, inexpensive hotel in New York? Preferably in Brooklyn, I guess, because I really don't feel like taking a taxi or the subway that far after the show. Also, one without bed bugs would be cool. The Carlton Arms is very cool and inexpensive and I would even be willing to go into Manhattan for it, if not for the fact that I am not going to be able to sleep with all of those people painted on the walls. (The eyes! The eyesss) Maybe if I got Room 9C or 9D. Room 15D is dirty. :)

I feel weird and sort of sick and my hands are inexplicably warm, and I've got a lot to do but I might just call it a night.


PS, TOOMAH UPDATE: The official verdict is that it's a Ganglion cyst. I don't think smacking it with a Bible is going to help it. And dammit, I forgot to ask for the MRI pictures.

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