out?
i feel like in the week since we've been living on O street, i haven't really taken advantage yet of being close to bars or restaurants or anything cool. my biggest socializing to date involved inviting lauren and glen over last night and drinking wine on the balcony. also, kriston just made me feel old, and i refuse to have that feeling even though i'm in my mid-twenties. anyway the upshot of this post is to beg someone to do something with me tonight. the scissor sisters are playing at the 9:30 club. i know nothing about them, but i hear they are crazy and disco-y and loud. or there's plenty of happy hours in dupont, etc. and i still haven't seen garden state, if anyone wants to go. please. i beg of you. if i go home, it means i HAVE TO UNPACK STUFF. and if you saw the state of our bedroom, you would understand my reluctance. on the other hand, the living room and kitchen look fantastic, because charles and tommy are domestic divas and took ikea home with them this weekend and set everything up very nicely in my absence.
oh and this is completely unrelated, but i thought i would issue a warning because i love my readers so much: do NOT, under any circumstances, go see vanity fair. it will blow your mind with its awfulness. the best thing about the entire experience was the previews. we saw three, count 'em three, jude law previews. it was like the jude law showcase. and they all look good.
oh wait, i realized that serena williams and jennifer capriati will be slugging it out tonight, so perhaps i will stay home with a bottle of wine and cheer that on.
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Just kidding—we're not old! I'd hang out tonight, but I'm too high and crazy!
see, now you just made me feel worse, cause if you look at the neighborhood there are a lot of people who are both older AND significantly more high and crazy.
I'm not high, a little bit crazy though...but I'd just add that you guys are young, very young. The gig I played at last night, everyone seemed half my age. You don't know old, and hopefully I don't yet either. Anyway, just some perspective for you.
Having had panic attacks about my best days being behind me since, oh, 13 or so, I'm starting to realize it's just a mental artifact and that ignoring it really *is* the appropriate way to deal with it. All that "age is just a state of mind" stuff is a little too Successories-like for my taste, but I think this particular cliche might actually be true.
For real, Tom. When I recently hit 25, suddenly everyone started asking me if I felt ooooooold, clearly expecting me to moan on about my lost glory days. On the contrary, I'm well aware that I'm just out of diapers. I just think, Jesus Christ, if I'm wasting my 20s sitting around feeling old and decrepit, I'm going to be seriously pissed off at myself once I'm like 60.
There's nothing more pathetic than seeing aging mid-twentysomethings trying to recapture the lost glory of their early-twentysomething youths.
yeah. man, 21 was SO GREAT.
when I graduated from college I thought, well, my best days are behind me. But then I continually amazed myself with all the sweet shit I kept doing. I realized back when I graduated from college I still hadn't learned the capactity for awesomeness that I was capable of, and even now I'm still discovering it. I hung out and swapped stories with my idols Roger Clyne and Salty Steve (both closing in on 40), hiked 130 miles in 7 days, and invented doublewater all in the last 6 months. I say now what I said two years ago, what I'll probably say in another couple years, and what each and every one of you can say with me: this is my finest hour, and in 60 minutes that will be my new finest hour.
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