My friend Beth and I went to see Adventureland last night in its last night at the theatre near Union Square. It features Bill Hader, who I have totally seen twice while living in New York, but even without an appearance by one of my very best friends I’ve never actually spoken to, it was a seriously great movie: funny, beautiful, and very touching.
I’m not going to spoil anything for you, but I loved that New York–where I live now–was idling in the background while the characters lived out their lives in the Midwest, where I’m from. Everything they did felt so familiar to me, so college-y and carefree, and I got very nostalgic for those simpler days when I was all idealistic about what I’d make of myself. At the same time, the relationship in it felt so much like what I have now with the good doctor; all of the excitement and the closeness they felt was exactly what I feel with Kamran. There was a point when Kristen Stewart–who is totally great in this movie, for all of you who hated her after Twilight (which I didn’t see but heard horrible things about)–looks at Jesse Eisenberg and says something like, “You’re the coolest boy I’ve ever met. And the cutest.” And I totally made out with Beth at that moment and pretended it was Kamran, because that’s just what I think about him.
ANYWAY, did anyone else see this thing? Am I the only one who liked it?
My office had a going-away party recently for one of our co-workers who moved to one of our locations in Singapore mostly to have better access to prostitutes. Here are my favourite photos from the night, most of which involve us inexplicably sticking out our tongues:
The next day, people kept congratulating me on being a happy drunk, which I suppose is something worth congratulating someone on. My boyfriend was not one of these people, as he was the one receiving texts from me hours after I told him I’d be home that said things like, “i don kno if i can maeuke it!”
When he texted me back, worried and ready to come pick me up wherever I was, he found out that I was thirty feet from his apartment building. Hilarious to me. Not so much to him.
If you’ve ever thought, “Ohmygod, I wish I could just get married/become a nun so I’d never have to go on another date again,” datingisweird.com is for you.
Or, you know, if you’re so happily engaged in a healthy relationship like I am but want to silently scorn single people, it’s also for you.
And it just so happens that they’re unexpectedly (and totally without payment) featuring a recent post of mine today! Yes, you’ve already read it here if you’re a good boy or girl, but it’s important that I drive a lot of traffic to the site so they have to take back all of the mean things they said about me in the introduction.
First, Joe Satriani accused Coldplay of ripping off his 2004 song “If I Could Fly”:
Now Cat Stevens (er, um, Yusuf Islam) is accusing them of stealing from his 1973 song “Foreigner Suite”:
And suddenly Brooklyn band Creaky Boards claims that their 2008 song “The Songs I Didn’t Write” was also copied by Coldplay . . . even though their albums came out at the same time. And seriously, when you straight up tell everyone that you didn’t write the song IN ITS TITLE, I don’t think you have a leg to stand on in the courtroom.
The fact that Cat Stevens evidently didn’t think Satriani himself was worth suing when his song came out four whole years before Coldplay’s interests me, though. If I was Satriani, I’d be super-offended.
Busy actually working at work, busy enjoying Kamran’s two-week break from law school before summer semester starts, busy savoring fancy dinners, busy not reading your blog . . .
So tell me what’s going on! Or just force me to cozy up with my Google Reader this weekend.
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
