Last weekend, my friend and I headed up to NYC to catch a concert by Damien Escobar, a violinist I discovered a few months ago. It was a nice chance to get out of town, even for a quick weekend. Digressing: have I discussed my love/hate relationship with the city? It’s a fantastic place for the arts, for museums, for my beloved Broadway–but my goodness, what is that infernal odor that persists in the air? It’s been there since 1986, when we first met. Anyway, our embattled relationship goes on.
We took the bus up to the city and checked in at Staybridge Suites, a nice hotel in the Hell’s Kitchen area (so many contrasts in that last sentence, no?), which wasn’t too far from the venue. Prior to this show, you guys, I wrangled with what I wanted to wear. My summer concert wear is typically comfortable and easy. But something intriguing happens when you’re headed to the big city, something that requests that you up the chic factor and slay all day. At least it happened to me. Anyone else get that feeling of wanting to look extra when you’re headed out of town and away from all you know at home? I certainly did. I went back and forth and back again with what I wanted to wear. Finally, after a few hours of searching the racks at my tried-and-true Ross a few days before the trip, I decided to stop stressing and went the simple route: a nice, comfortable shirt-dress. Here it is.
As you can see, très simple and très comfortable. I completed the look with square hoops in my ears and those bangles on my wrist. Honestly, I wanted my hair (kinky twists, protective style #1,097 since February of this year) and my lips to be the showstoppers. (This is always the case, dear reader. I live for awesome hair and awesome lips.) And so I did the side-swept thing by pinning back one side of the hair and pushing most of the twists to the other side. Then I applied my bestie Ruby Woo until the redness was the right shade of fiyah. A bit of mascara, some light eye shadow, and we were ready to go.
We had a good time overall. I could have done without waiting in line forever just to get inside the Highline Ballroom, where the concert was held, when we were told that arriving early would prevent that from happening and that we would have seats. No seats were had. We stood for three hours. (If you could waiting in line from 5-ish to the end of the show around 10-ish, we stood for 5 hours or so. Insert highly irritated This Square Peg emoji here.) Nevertheless, barring sound issues and things of that nature, it was nice to hang out with my friend and hear some good music.
How was your weekend, my dear reader?
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Hey Lady!
Alas, my weekend was rather bleh bleh. I spent most of it thinking about all the ways that I could finally conquer the world. The mental marathon wore me out, so I am more than happy to live vicariously through your concert-ing.
@ “No seats were had.” Your sense of humour though. I imagined you typing this with a deadpan expression. 😀
You look so pretty, I need a shirt dress in my life, always stylish in a comfy-chic way. Now I want kinky braids! It’s been a while since I did that to my hair. Ruby Woo for President!
I’d never heard of Damien Escobar before now though, it’s nice to know that you had a good time.
Hi there!
Ah, mental marathon-ing, indeed. Some weekends are that way, no?
LOL, I DID type that with a deadpan expression. All the irritation came back, but was nicely ensconced inside. 🙂 It was my first and last time in that place, I tell you. I refuse to go through all of that again when I was promised that I would have a seat!
Thank you, my dear. Despite the venue’s inability to satisfy most of their patrons, I felt quite pretty and quite comfortable. Just not my burning feet. Lol.
Yay for kinky twists! And Ruby Woo Hoo. 🙂 🙂 Thanks again.