I pretended to care about sports, like, three times. (My dad was impressed that I could describe a first down. Really, Dad? Thanks for the confidence.)
I got to hang out in Colorado for ten days with my pup and fam and two friends from home who are actually still in Denver.
I severely jammed and/or broke my toe. I was sitting upstairs in my dad’s office, minding my own business, and feeling annoyed that the Christmas socks I was wearing were toe socks. I HATE toe socks. Like pants are to your legs, they’re like prisons for your toes. Obviously, I pulled all of my toes out of the toe prison parts, so there was some extra material just flappin’ around. Then the doorbell rang, so I rang down the carpeted stairs, my feet slipped out from under me, and my right foot rammed into the wall. Then my dog started barking his head off in my face, and I almost murdered him. I had to answer the door all like, “Oh, hi, sorry, just fell down the stairs. No, I’m totally not about to cry. Haha, okay, thanks for the spiced nuts, neighbor.” Then my toe started to really hurt. Then I went on a pub crawl that involved a lot of walking. Then my toe turned sort of black. Then purple. Now it’s just sort of bulbous and can’t bend, so I’m fine, but REALLY MALLORY? You couldn’t walk for a week because you fell down the stairs wearing slippery Christmas toe socks?! Because I have a history of showing you my injuries for no reason at all, here’s a picture of the toe at its purplest. You’re welcome:
So Happy New Year’s Eve Eve, dear readers, and get excited: 2011 is going to be THE BEST YEAR EVER! You know why? It’s 2011! Which means 11/11/11 is finally coming! Which means I can have my gala! You’re all invited, so I’ll keep you posted. I seriously cannot wait.
Now I’m off to paint the town sparkly with Kathleeny.
I got to go see The Walkmen on Friday at 9:30 Club, and wow. Just…wow. Their sound is too big for words. I think a lot about what my five songs would be if I was FORCED to only listen to five songs for the rest of my life, and “In the New Year” is almost definitely on my list. I really think I could listen to it forever and still love it. And the live version blew my mind. (Eloquent, I know — I’m quitting my job to write for Rolling Stone.) Listen:
DCist did a pretty good review of the show, and they mentioned one of the best moments of the night: when lead singer Hamilton Leithauser shoved a rowdy fan off the stage. It might sound mean, but the kid jumped on stage during the encore, when the rest of us were just all “Let us listen to the pretty, loud music and think about what it all meeeeeans.” The kid deserved that swift push back into the crowd of annoyed indie rockers.
In other news, this show finally convinced me that I need to start wearing ear plugs to concerts if I want to be able to hear when I’m 26. The tall scruffy kid in front of me had them, and that means it’s totally legit.
By Butch Walker. That’s right. Perhaps it’s a little (a lot?) tongue-in-cheek, but I love it:
You also should read this. It’s an article about why Taylor Swift sucks. Even though I don’t hate Taylor Swift, I find these kinds of articles interesting. Maybe it’s because deep down, I totally agree with them, but I still have “The Story of Us” on repeat as I type. Hard to say.
Also, I just saw a really cool presentation (with Kathleen!) by Neko Case. It was basically her explaining a slideshow of photos she’d taken, and it was really interesting and inspirational. While she knows a lot about photography, most of the photos she takes (and the ones she showed us) were taken on an iPhone or a simple point-and-shoot. That made me decide I should take more pictures, which obviously led to a photo shoot in my room of all of the things I could photograph on my fancy Droid without moving. This, unsurprisingly, resulted in a series of shots of my room, and a MySpace-worthy self portrait. Like, look…ART:
Don’t worry. I’m kidding. This will not turn into a photography blog. And the whole reason I started that pointless story was to tell you that my eyes are still kind of blind-y from taking my self portrait.
Today’s Google Holiday: 55th Anniversary: Rose Parks refuses to move. I love this one, although I find it disconcerting that on the same day this is a Google Holiday, there’s an NYT headline that reads, “Pentagon Sees Little Risk in Allowing Gay Men and Women to Serve Openly.” That this is a headline in 2010, 55 years after Rosa Parks stood up — or rather, sat down — for herself on that bus, makes me wonder if we’ve really come very far at all.
What I was Googling: blow dry. It’s a LivingSocial thing. Which is it, co-blogger Kathleen?!!?!
In other news, today is December 1 and it was almost 65 degrees in DC this morning. It was also raining, and I bonded with my cohorts at the bus stop as our umbrellas flipped inside out with every gust of wind. Then I got on the sweaty, sweaty bus and stood directly across from a girl I went to college with. We ignored each other. MATURITY.