The trick is that spending New Year's Eve alone (or with radio-station acquaintances I haven't seen in years) in NYC is a lot less fun than spending it with friends in STL. I'll definitely spend way too much of my money going into New York. $13 each way is no joke. Trying to decide if it's too undergrad-y to post on the school of planning facebook page asking if anyone wants to go see concerts with me. But I've made a long list of places to check out once I get there. Also glad to report there is a bagel place on the road between home and school that will sell me A REAL BAGEL THAT ISN'T FROM A BAG toasted with cream cheese for $1.50.
oh, you guys might like this story:
The other day my extremely talented friend (whose stuff I have linked to on the I'm Listening To... thread) came over to play music and try to plan something for our second house open-mic night. He is so incredibly, disgustingly good at guitar that I completely froze. I do not think I have an overly critical view of my own guitar skills, I think I just know my limits-- I can noodle, I can come up with some cool chord progressions, but it is not coherent, and I am not very experienced at playing along with people. This guy just picks up the guitar and starts
travis-picking and I completely froze. My roommate said I actually turned green. I started trying to play rhythm along and it was so stilted that it sounded out of tune. I was obviously not correctly figuring out what chords he was playing. Anyway, it was bad enough that he seemed really uncomfortable and asked if I wanted to play bass. That went a lot better.
Anyway, we figured out a kind of new-wavey song that I'm going to play drums for. Drums are incredibly fun. We're also doing a 12-bar country song where we sing together and I play rhythm under his lead. But holy hell I didn't know whether to puke or cry for those first few minutes.