The locals lied to me.

Everyone told me PBR is totally the staple of every trendy hipster bar in NY. But I've been to half a dozen bars now and they've not had it. Even this crappy little dive bar marred with tacky graffitti, bad photos, ripped bar stools, and teeming with scene kids in the lower East Side didn't have it and their cheapest beer was Yuengling (obviously a Tampa brew) for four freaking dollars. The only thing I desire for a bar to carry is Jagermeister and PBR and I can't find it. It's really unfair and makes me feel robbed. I want nothing more than to find one little bar that has affordable alcohol that can become my home away from home, like Reservoir Bar was. A place where I walk in and the bartenders have a beer sitting for me in a stool that I always occupy. I've come pretty close. The only bar I've found so far that may qualify is a little one in Bed-Stuy (of all places) that isn't being mobbed with people sporting baggy pants, eyes roving around to find someone to fight. They even have a patio covered in sand to simulate a beach feel, which makes me happy. Getting to the beach here is not easy. It requires connections, money, and a willingness to endure quite a bit of travel. I've never lived away from the beach in my entire life. It's a weird feeling not to have immediate access to seagulls and the lull of the ocean that can put you to sleep under a tirelessly oppressive and welcome sun.

I've mostly stayed out of Williamsburg owing to the desire not to see an Orpheum bomb that has exploded over an entire city burough. Hipster culture up here is even more ridiculous than in Tampa. The kids in Tampa are what hipsters were here three years ago. Their fashion is actually tame in comparison to the ludicrious bullshit I've seen up here. Remember acid wash jeans and those stupid sunglasses in the Pepsi simulation in Back to the Future part two when he goes into that diner? Yeah, they wear that garbage here. It's redundant. I can somewhat appreciate that it is supposed to be a tribute and amalgamation to seventies and eighties fashion but I find myself mostly thinking that retro is kitcsh and unecessary. Why not make an attempt to forge a new kind of fashion rather than just (badly) borrowing from the generations before? It mostly just shows the minus sign in ingeniuty that can exist in this subculture. I'm told that Union Poll is hipster mecca, like Sink or Swim was, so I may check it out just to give myself fodder for some seriously mean, ass-rapingly vicious comments. I will be more than happy to report once I decide it is worth the trip.

I've found a balance with both of my jobs, but I'm hoping to manifest something a little more substantial. I'm entertaining the idea of shopping around my book to see what happens and maybe submitting an op-ed piece to a small publication or two. We shall see...

By the way, the new Harry Potter opens tomorrow and I'm very psyched. Fuck you if you think I'm a nerd.

I promise I'll eventually post some pictures up here but I keep forgetting my camera and I've yet to experience a truly depraved, drunken, busy night out. But I will. I'm sure of it.

2 comments:

Dena July 15, 2009 at 11:04 PM  

Beautiful blog Misty.. I enjoy reading about your adventures in NYC. I bet it is scary and exhilerating at the same time.. Be strong.

Dena

Hollyhocks July 19, 2009 at 2:04 PM  

Hey Misty. This is Holly Herbert. I happened to check out the Jeff's House forum this afternoon and saw the link to your blog. I must say that I enjoy your writing, and that I hope you remain strong through you experiences with New York. Uprooting yourself and starting over is a very difficult thing to do, and I wish you the best. I hope that as I continue reading, I will see good news coming from your new neck of the woods.

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