5 posts tagged “williamsburg”
On Friday when I was on the subway, I ran into this girl I haven't seen in about 6-7 years.
But we didn't get to talk to each other because I was sitting on the train and she was on the platform.
The train slowly started to pull away as I was looking out the window. I saw her and started tapping on the window, and then she saw me. But all we could do was mouth "OMG!"
Oh, wail.
On Saturday, my band Lazy Susan had its first show. It was a house show and barbecue in Williamsburg. Very fun.
We played in this concrete pit sorta thang below everyone else.
Here are photos:
It was pretty hot and humid that night.
But I enjoyed it very much. And most of my friends (and a lot of other people I don't know) were able to show up.
Then on Sunday was that free Santogold show in Central Park.
Ben J. and I went together, but we left before Santogold performed because we were getting pretty tired. (There were a lot of opening DJ's and acts. AND it was SOOO effing hot outside. The sun really tires me out after awhile.)
I got some fun goodies this weekend, including a troll doll (he has green hair and wears a shirt that reads "I Love You!") and a switchblade comb.
Here are some other photos I took this weekend:
It turns out that my phone wasn't REALLY lost---it just got left at the AT&T store. So, we had to swing by that store at 9AM before heading to the airport.
This was what the inside of my carry-on bag looked like:
The whole way to the airport I kept thinking not about how much I'd miss my family and Houston but about what makes people shitty. I mean, what makes people so shitty?
I know that I'm not the best person in the world. I've done my share of shitty things (e.g. cracking up at my friend's funeral, that one time I masturbated, the time I told my older sister I hope she dies while giving birth), but I know I'm not a shitty person. Some people just seem like they'll never change---and that's so weird to me! That basically means that someone can go through their entire life not really LEARNING anything.
I mean, yeah, you can learn a new fact or come to know something.
But it seems like some people can be the same person most of their life.
They'll never realize their faults and try to work on them.
But maybe they DO realize their faults but they ignore them...
(Where is this coming from? I have no idea. I'm not even referring to any one person/incident either.)
I hung out with Ben J. in Queens last night before going down to Williamsburg to meet up with Max and Sarah and Meredith S. (my very, very good friend who just moved here on Monday) and this guy Drew Bagels. (We went to the Levee, of course.) Ben asked me if I'd ever seen "Teen Witch".
I haven't.
And then he showed me this scene from the movie:
It's so wiggedy wack.
Wiggity whack.
By the time I left the Levee, I was a bit (really) drunk.
Meredith was going to drive me home, but I didn't know how to get home from where we were. (I don't know the streets too well; I only know the subways. Underground. Subterranean.) And I didn't know how to get to Max and Sarah's place either. (They, including Drew Bagels, had left in a cab.) So, I just had Meredith drop me off at the G train stop kinda near the bar.
But the G train is effed right now during late nights.
And I was pretty drunk and didn't want to bother with trying to find alternate routes to get home.
So, I just went to Ben J.'s again and stayed the night with him.
Here's a photo I took of myself around 4somethingAM on the G train:
I looked gnarly.
(Didn't that word used to mean 'cool' back in the day? Maybe I just thought wrong.)
And HERE are the shoes I'm currently waiting to arrive in the mail:
Let's hope I can pull them off.
I've missed you, pals. This past week has been too easy.
xo
craig-hunter
Here's a picture I accidentally took of my desk with the dSLR Parachute got recently:
Maybe I've become that person who stays out til the sun comes up. Maybe it's New York.
I didn't get a margarita last night like I wanted. I told people I was going to a Cinco de Margarita party, but it wasn't that. Sarah and I just ended up at this guy's apartment because some of her friends were hanging out. It was all right. Those guys were nice.
One of the guys was this guy that used to be in Dell commercials.
Remember?
I didn't remember who the "Dell dude" was until this morning when I YouTube'd it.
(That's no character he's playing... He was nice, though. Likes to party.)
Then Sarah and I jammed. She and I went to our favorite bar in Williamsburg---The Levee. Woody, her friend, joined us.
Sarah ended up running into this guy named Willie that used to live in Andrea G.'s house in Portland. He was pretty. And nice enough. He was with some friends and then we went back to their place. (It was still dark when we went inside.)
We gabbed for a long time---and it was found out that one of the guys is from Houston, like Sarah and me, and knows a lot of the same people Sarah knew from high school. That was pretty random. I like running into Texas while in New York. (Oh, btw, I'm going home for about five days on Thursday. Can't wait.)
I can't remember the guy's name, though...
But what I do remember is that he makes clothes, too, like Sarah and me. And he does a lot of silkscreening, too.
His biz name is JAWMAKER and he vends about four times a week in Manhattan. (The site is supposed to be running today some time... Right now it's just one page. I saw the rest of it last night, but it's not uploaded on the internet. It'll be nice.)
I like meeting other people with entrepreneurial tendencies. It's very nice.
So, yeah, like I said, we gabbed for a long time.
Then Sarah and I left, and when we got outside, it was sunny. (There were no windows in those guys' apartment, so we couldn't tell.)
It's weird still being drunk and stumbly on the subway, sitting next to all these people who are on their way to work.
We were hungry.
When we got off the subway, there was a Dunkin' Donuts waiting for us.
We got breakfast sandwiches and walked back to Sarah's house.
And while we were walking she said, "God, I love New York."
And I said, "Me too."
So, I'm just going to be a bit honest.
I photoshop (actually I use GIMP) zits off my face for photos I post on the internet.
Right after Luca (of Lollibomb) snapped this photo of me I pointed to a red dot on the left side of my face (a Monroe?) and said, "THIS gets photoshopped out."
Well, Craig, who cares if you have a zit? Just be open.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But I don't want to look at a photo of me from a year ago and say to myself, "That's a really good photo of myself---except for that zit. It's really fucking shit up."
So, that's why I'm only being a BIT honest.
I'll let you know what I'm doing. I'm just not going to show you.
But yeah, that photo was taken as we were going to Rob and Corinne's apartment so that they could interview/tape Luca and her demonstration of how to make vegan body scrub.
Rob and Corinne started a very popular and very awesome site called Threadbanger.com.
If you haven't heard of it, you should check it out. It's basically a site full of DIY tutorials and spotlights on artists/crafters and such. (I'm crossing my fingers cuz I wanna get featured... It's all good, tho.)
I like the idea of a site that shows people how to do things.
I hate it when people don't want to share info or tips/advice and such. I HATE the ego of some people.
I have no problem teaching people things. Or sharing my "secrets".
If someone asked me how I do my appliqués, I'd have no problem giving people a demonstration. I'll even tell you what glue I use to hold it in place (Beacon Adhesives Fabri-Tac---best glue on earth) and give you tips and such. (Use a template for your appliqués. Saves time.)
I have a very fragile ego (about self-worth and the shallow stuff like looks).
But when it comes to being afraid of people stealing my ideas... I'm not too worried. (Nor am I really sure I care... I mean, I care, but you know...) It's not like I'm doing anything innovative. Or like I INVENTED appliqué design.
How did I get on this subject...?
Anyway.
Business first:
Pleasure later:
The back of my head is so weird.
I don't think I'll ever get my hair to look right back there.
Oh.
I'm gonna go back to Texas for a visit on my mother's birthday.
I love my mom. =)
My father's pretty boss, too.
He and I have the same name.
Oh, do you use the word "sick" to call something cool? Cuz I just can't get used to that at all.
So, instead I've been saying "mommy" or "mom".
Cuz moms are pretty mommy. And mom.
And awesome.
"That's mommy."
"That's pretty mommy."
When I was at KateBlack's apartment the other day, rummaging through her belongings, taking things, and drinking her booze, she showed me this video:
It's pretty good.
Sorta almost too long.
But still pretty good.
It's funny, too, since I hung out a lot in Williamsburg while I was in Brooklyn.
Sometimes I thought that place was too hip to function.
