My dad has this great new idea that we should all go to Virginia for a week in June to hang out on the beach, which sounds great to me aside from the fact that I already requested a week off in June to go to England and I’m thinking I can’t ask for another week off AND I don’t want to look like a slacker at work. I guess there’s no harm in asking, especially because all of the other days I requested off are just random weeknights scattered throughout the year to go see concerts and basically that will just be my day off for the week and won’t really negatively affect scheduling at work in general, but I feel like I’m asking for a lot for some reason.
I wonder if I can’t get another week off in June, I could get a week off in October and convince my family to go to California or something instead…
For some reason I feel the strong desire to own what I (unkindly) call an Eskimo coat—one of those thigh-length down winter coats with a fuzzy hood. Given where I live and what winter is like, it’s actually probably a good thing to own, since my other coats aren’t as warm (except one I bought for Iceland two years ago, but shh). I’m probably going to the city at least once next month, and will be outside for long stretches of time in January, requiring actual warm clothes. This, however, has thus far proven itself to be a mild winter. The second I buy this thing, the temperature will never go below 50 again til next December, I guarantee it.
Really my problem is that I just really like coats. So I’m probably going to put all my Christmas money towards something I don’t need whatsoever, but isn’t that what you’re allowed to do sometimes?
Part of me wonders if I should repurpose my other blog. Before I got into Tumblr, and when I lived in England the first year and was doing exciting things like travelling, I kept a Blogger blog with its own domain and everything that was generally about my life (but a lot of people read it, like my parents, so it wasn’t always the best place to fangirl or rant or post media or anything, so that’s why I got more into Tumblr).
But I haven’t used it in about a year, and I still own and pay for the domain. I’m kind of wondering if I should just start to use it as a place to post my long-form things about the music industry. Like right now I have several essays saved in my Tumblr drafts about all sorts of things relating to the music business from my amateur perspective, and I don’t know if Tumblr is the place for them. I might want to put them somewhere else (after reworking them though), and that might be it.
The thing is, I technically could afford a plane ticket, it just wouldn’t be wise. AT ALL. But I was going to try and get a retail job this week anyway, since it’s the season for that and all. I just could…put it off til the last week in October and replenish depleted funds rather than supplement what I already have. It’s also my birthday two weeks after that. And I could pick from about ten different places to stay for free.
I mean, it would be a ridiculous thing to do. One show, flying to another country just because of the venue? But it’s my second home country, it’s not like I’d be ONLY there to see a stupid band. I’d get some visiting in, fill that “I miss England” void. The part that makes it seem doable is the fact that I’ve done crazier things before.
The part that’s questionable is that tickets go onsale this Saturday, at the LCR (the venue on campus) only, meaning I’d have to get someone to camp out for me. People are already vaguely offering, if certain things fall together.
I feel like on Thursday after my exam, which is my last academic commitment ever (unless I do grad school sometime in the future, but shhh), I should do something crazy, or at least special.
I feel like most people would
- Get drunk
- Get a tattoo or piercing
- Go do something irresponsible
- Buy something ridiculous and expensiveish
But because two of those things don’t appeal to me whatsoever, two of those things involve needles, and I’ve already spent a lot of money this year on “ridiculous” things, I’m at something of a loss.
However, I miiiight take a spur-of-the-moment (i.e., expensive) final solo trip to London, maybe on Friday. The next time I’ll be there is with my parents, and while that’ll be fun, this will probably be my last chance to be there by myself. I’ve always wanted to dig through records at the Rough Trade store. And I could go bother Coldplay one last time at the studio before chickening out and feeling like a stalker at the last minute as usual. And do all my usual stuff. Hmm.
In some ways, I should have known this was going to happen. Even though the headliners were each assigned to a day on the original Oxegen poster, I should really have heeded the “lineup subject to change” note. Thestrokes.com says they’re playing Oxegen on the 8th now, and apparently there’s some radio show tomorrow morning that will provide a day-by-day guide to the festival, so that might 100% solidify the fact that they’ve changed to playing Friday.
This is what I think I’m going to do:
- Screw flying to London on July 5th and Dublin on July 9th
- I’ll fly from NYC to Dublin on the 6th, which means missing Death Cab for Cutie in London on the 7th :’(
- Stay in Dublin on the 6th and 7th to get over jetlag
- Buy a Friday ticket to Oxegen as well as the Sunday one I already have
- See The Strokes on Friday, hopefully with Jo and definitely with Lauren
- Goof around Dublin on Saturday, hopefully with Jo
- See Coldplay and The National on Sunday, which I already have tickets for, with Jo and Lauren
- Buy tickets to see Death Cab for Cutie in Brooklyn on August 2 so I can still see them
This means I’ll lose half of my round-trip flight to Dublin from London, and I’ll have to pay for another day-ticket and bus ticket (ugh) and a few more nights in the hostel (but that’s cheap)…but it’s not like The Strokes aren’t worth it, and it would be nice to have that extra day in the city anyway.
My biggest worry is that Jo won’t be able to come with me for The Strokes, honestly, because that would break my heart. And I’m miffed about having to miss Death Cab in London.
Chelsea.
22.
American.
Music is my ultimate concern.
