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- April 2: Pandemic Edition editrixabby.wordpress.com/2020/04/02/apr… https://t.co/BVv3pK3PEE 4 days ago
- I think I may have acclimated. #dpw2018 1 year ago
- Ready. To. Kill. Everyone. Ugh. 1 year ago
- You know what would make me really happy? I’d love to grab a drink in a bar and have a guy hit on me. I realize tho… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 year ago
- Check out this awesome video April made! facebook.com/15318044537833… And join us in celebrating our Two Year Anniversar… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 year ago
Welcome back, friends! It’s been three years since I’ve posted here. I’ve been mostly just using Facebook to spout my stories and opinions. Given that we’re in the midst of a global pandemic, I thought I’d use this platform again, since it’s a more searchable medium. With that, I give you April 2:
What’s on my mind? Oh. So, soooo much. I started my morning reading all those articles I just posted. Trying hard to digest enough info to keep me informed without costing me my sanity.
Yesterday I had a meltdown after I did laundry. I touched my clean clothes with my gloved hands. WERE THERE GERMS ON THOSE GLOVES? NOW MY CLOTHES AREN’T CLEAN. I had to get out of the house and walk around. A friend did a drive-by and gifted me a couple N95 masks. (MADE IN CHINA! ARE THERE GERMS?!?!) I saw Gareth and Rabbit and Keith and stood in the sunshine and had a beer on the sidewalk. (YES! We were six feet apart!) It made me feel SO MUCH better. Then I came home and got onto the Zoom Burning Man Happy Hour and when that was over I wound up on a really fun virtual meet-up with far-flung DPW friends. SO GREAT! So what started out as the worst day I’d had turned out to be the best. (The beers helped.)
I had also hit my Zoom wall the night before. I simply couldn’t face the process of sounding all chirpy and positive and scheduling another Virtual Lucky Happy Hour. And ya know what? No one even missed it. No one…NO ONE checked in on me. NO ONE emailed or texted or messaged or anything to see if there was going to be one…if I was okay. Now THAT was super depressing. (This is not a call for sympathy or attention or whatever, merely a statement of fact.) Yes, I wound up not depressed but it took seeing ACTUAL humans in the ACTUAL flesh. And it made all the difference in the world. So now my question is, should I even be bothering to do these damn Happy Hours? I dunno. They WERE keeping me sane (and the two last night SAVED me) but are they helping anyone else?
I am a social being. A VERY social being. I need human interaction more than food. More than sleep. Take a look at that accompanying photo. My March calendar? And my April calendar? We are all staring down the barrel of an empty, human interaction-less future. Who knows for how long? It is causing me near-insurmountable distress. So I’m back online, foisting yet another virtual Happy Hour on you. Stay healthy, friends. And stay sane.
Well, hello, strangers! It has been for EVER! I haven’t blogged since I opened the bar. I’ve been way WAY too busy! But not too busy to waste time with dating apps. I mean, I need something to distract myself from the abject terror of being a first-time business owner!
In the last six (seven? eight?) months, I’ve been on many dates, some of which weren’t terrible. I’ve also fallen in love and gotten subsequently dumped via text. I’ll save that for another post. Nope. Today’s post is of the two most recent horror shows I’ve encountered. There is a dick pic coming (not “cumming,” just about to show up…heh) so consider yourselves warned. (Especially you, Heather!)
I’ll start with today’s hilarity. I saw this guy’s photo on Tinder and swiped right just to troll him. The BDSM get-up was enough for me to know he was a most definite NO but, well, I’m feeling pretty cranky today. And I took that out on this guy. So sue me.
Check out the first few lines of his profile. He’s a believer. Haha! It also said something about “women who make first contact go to the head of the line.” I’m just gonna post the screenshots of our back and forth because our dialogue speaks for itself. (Oy vey. Is that mixing metaphors?)
That was my cue to say “Goodbye!” and UNMATCH!
My other recent paramour was another Tinder sweetheart. His profile said “Let’s meet and see if we’re attracted to each other,” so I wrote, “Let’s meet! And see if we ARE attracted to each other!” He responded: “Aren’t we already?” Ah, men. Don’t they grasp that women need a bit more than a photo? I typed back, “I need to smell you” (or something to that effect). But before he even had a second to read that he zapped this back at me:
SWEET JEEZUS! I CANNOT UNSEE THAT! There is SO MUCH wrong with this photo. Who took it? Where was it taken? Why is he naked and erect? He’s looking a little sunburned so I’m thinking maybe Hedonism. Unless it’s someone’s back yard. Blech. Those tiny little shaved balls make me WANT. TO. PUKE! I don’t wanna see your dick unless I wanna see your dick! Men, take note: JUST. DON’T.
A dog in the fight. A horse in the race. Colloquialisms for a vested interest. Recently it occurred to me that this (these?) sentiment is what can be the difference between an event and a memorable event. If you’ll pardon the sports analogy.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been at a few parties that restored my faith in…yeah, parties. In nightlife. Last night I hosted the launch party for the Figment book and the author, David Koren, read a chapter to the guests about “metrics” or numbers. About how we attempt to quantify everything. And as I was laying awake in bed, mulling over the evening and my recent successful forays into nightlife and the many events that vie for our attentions — and our dollars — and what it takes to make them “good” it felt like all the tumblers in the lock clicked.
Skin in the game. A dog in the fight. And not just by the event’s producers. That would be an easy thing. No, magic happens when everyone in attendance has some sort of vested interest. When everyone contributes. Participates. Is dedicated to the night being a success. For not only the producers but for them. The paying public.
My tired little brain and its tumbling lock parts made a mental note: Write a blog post about this. It is everything. It is why Burning Man works. It’s why Figment works. It’s why House of Yes is a huge success. And it is also why so many events that look great on paper fall as flat as…paper. Without passion they are all sports commentator and no sport.
So what were my recent experiences that brought me to this realization? One was a Rubulad. Yes, there have been Rubulads for years. I’ve been to many but certainly not all. As with any recurring events, some have been more successful than others. What made this one feel so…warm? I will chalk it up to the collaboration between Rubulad and JunXion, the many musicians and performers, the artists who had created art for the event and the venue. There were so many people who had a dog in the fight that just about everyone there was tangentially invested in the night being awesome. And it was. People danced. People smiled. It felt like…old times? I dunno. But wonderful. Dare I say…ecstatic.
Also recently I co-emceed the annual twirl-a-thon that is Night of a Thousand Stevies, “the largest and most beloved Stevie Nicks fan event in the world.” It is one of my favorite nights of the year because it is such a lovefest. The glow lasts for weeks afterward. I look at the photos and feel my heart expand in my chest. Everyone in the place — and it now sells out a pretty big place: Irving Plaza — is soooooo happy to be there. They are so excited to catch the tambourines we toss. They lavish those onstage with shrieks of enthusiasm and So. Much. Love. It’s difficult to explain. There are three full acts with dozens of performers: dancers and singers and puppeteers and lip sync-ers, each with at least one friend or “dresser” but more likely a bunch of friends. Some people have been attending NOTS (as it is affectionately known) for many of its 26 years. Yes, 26 years. The event itself is older than some of its fans. I’m sure I don’t need to point out that this is a rare thing. And in my late-night reverie I thought, this night succeeds so brilliantly because everyone in the building is seriously passionate about the party. No one is half-assing it. You can’t half-ass an evening of non-stop Stevie Nicks.
Obviously one also cannot half-ass Burning Man. The scare tactics of “the desert will kill you” aside, this is not an event that you bumble through. It takes planning, supplies and water. Lots of water. And while people have been lamenting that there are more and more “spectators” every year, the scales are still substantially tipped toward participation. There are more burners who bring or build, serve or spin fire. Who show the fuck up. All to make the week a success. Not just for themselves but for the 69,999 other adventurers out there.
Yet how do you get everyone invested? It isn’t an easy equation. And I certainly don’t have the answer. But when the room — or the acreage — fills up with nothing but people who can’t think of anywhere else they’d rather be and anyone else they’d rather be doing it with — drinking or dancing, painting, playing or pillow fighting — you will feel the love. You will look across the room — or the bonfire — and see the sparkle in the eyes of others and think “I am in exactly the right place.” There is nothing better. Nothing. So for a rapturous experience, make sure you have a horse in the race.
Ladies and gentlemen! My DPW friend Julie Marie is a talented jewelry designer. She has graciously donated her latest creation, this Full Moon Bangle with a Tiny Star Set Diamond. You know you want this! Sterling Silver AND a Diamond! WOOT!
Check this out! So cute and creepy!
This perk has been claimed! Follow Tamsin Hull Ceramics on Facebook to see more of her work!
For more of Tamsin’s work, check out her Facebook Store.
Also, IndieGoGo doesn’t allow me to add any more perks sooooooo, I had to “hide” the shot glass perk and sorta delete the Jewels of Wizdom necklaces. You can still pick up these perks, just donate $150 and choose one of the three available necklaces pictured here or donate $10 for the Shot Glass and let me know via email!
My friend Dayzee aka Sandra Rado paints beautiful pet portraits! You can purchase one on the IndieGoGo Campaign for my bar. You’ll be supporting an artist and Lucky!
This “perk” has been claimed! If you’re interested in a pet portrait, look for Dayzee on Facebook.
Yes, it’s been a little while since I’ve posted. I’ve had the good days and bad days, as mentioned in my previous post. Friday the 18th was a good day. The IndieGoGo campaign was doing really well and I’d only recently posted about feeling incredibly buoyed. E.V.Grieve published an interview with me about the bar. Which was super exciting! And then, I broke the numero uno rule of the interwebz: I read the comments. Nooottttt a good idea. My elation immediately plummeted to earth…and then down a few miles into the substrata. If I thought it was odd that people trolled my little blog here, that was nothing compared to the sort of trollage that takes place in a far more public forum. People were hating on me, on the bar, on the backyard, on my consultant. It was all pretty evil.
Complaining about noise from a bar that isn’t even open yet seems pretty pointless but complain they did. Bitching about “yet another bar in the East Village” was equally ridiculous, as this space has been a bar since 1989. Hardly “yet another.” Just one that’s been. Most alarming, however, was the uptick in traffic here. Yes, the article linked to this blog, probably something I should’ve requested not happen. Though I’m so easily Googleable I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered. Now those hateful trolls and anti-bar temperance nutjobs know my deepest and darkest secrets. I never expected my neighbors to be so interested in my menopause symptoms and dating tribulations. Hm. Not only am i an “ego maniac,” I’m also positively riveting! Guffaw.
So, welcome, then, to all you new trolls! As for updates about the bar, it appears to be only a few more bureaucratic checks away from actually starting the renovations. WOOT! And the IndieGoGo recently edged over the halfway mark: $10,539! Double WOOT! In the meantime, I’m shoveling in chocolate and chips like there’s no tomorrow and scribbling scary numbers onto scrap paper. I’ve scrubbed, dusted and reorganized my apartment to the point where I don’t want to ever have company over again. DON’T WASH YOUR HANDS! YOU’LL MAKE A MESS! Yes, I know this will all be over and forgotten in a few excruciatingly long months and I’ll be so busy juggling all my new responsibilities that I’ll long for the days of blogging and bugging out. But for now? Man, I just wanna be open. I want to hear the “ka-ching!” of the cash register. I want to hear how the mix CDs sound on the jukebox. And see how the logo looks on the door. It cannot happen soon enough. Blerg.