Cynthia Steffe show at The Tents. I must confess that I'm actually not as fabulous as I sometimes try to make myself out to be, and today I was reminded of that as I got my seat assignment for standing room. Blah to the ego, plus it's even more torture on the feet. I managed to get an upgrade to fourth row eventually, but it still hurt. Sitting front row were singer Ciara and Jillian Harris from The Bachelorette. No Ed in sight, but I'm happy to report that she was wearing her butt ugly engagement ring. I'm also happy to report that she is pretty! So some people need to stop the hating, Joel McHale, maybe sometimes homegirl just doesn't photograph well.
The clothes at Cynthia Steffe were amazing, very fun, flirty, and feminine. Lots of rompers which I love, and a decent portion of the looks were in pastel colors or featured this pastel abstract floral print that matched the paper that the invitations were printed on...loves it! The collection also included a section of glittery metallic looks including a to die for silver glittery fringed mini-skirt that would probably be TMTH for most people but I'm completely obsessed with.
I try not to focus too much on sad things, but I'd like to take a moment to say how breathtaking last night's WTC symbolic light beam display was. I live literally a block away from where the light beams originate (which is actually 3 blocks from Ground Zero) and had to stop in my tracks on my way home to appreciate their beauty. Yes I felt slightly awkward standing in the middle of the street staring, but I think too often New Yorkers don't take the time to stop and smell the roses.
Showing posts with label soooo emo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soooo emo. Show all posts
9.11.2009
7.07.2009
Emo-untry? Countr-emo?
It must be said that despite the seemingly tell-tale classification, there is by far a genre of music that can make me cry more easily than emo. We're talking full out, immediate, wheezing, ugly crying that ensues when I hear certain...country songs. It ain't pretty. So while we have a good theme running and I'm in an all around sucky mood (Sorry, I really miss Pittsburgh. Work with me here), I felt compelled to compile a list of the top 10 most tear-worthy country songs:
10. Taylor Swift, "Teardrops on My Guitar" - This one is pretty cheesy so it had to be low on the list, but it so perfectly conveys teenage heartbreak and what it's like not to be noticed...so you pour it all out in the music. It just gets me for pathetic girly reasons. (Admittedly almost every subsequent Taylor Swift song was about the exact same thing, but this was the original so it's better)
9. Brad Paisley/Alison Krauss, "Whiskey Lullaby" - Suicide over a lost love. That's all I got to say about that.
8. Darryl Worley, "If Something Should Happen" - A man going into surgery asks his best friend to basically father his children and take care of his wife because he's scared he's going to...well, you know. The description of the scenarios are what gets ya with this one.
7. Trace Adkins, "You're Gonna Miss This" - Watching children grow up and savoring the precious moments. When Trace sang this on the Celebrity Apprentice finale with his daughter in the audience I just lost it.
6. Keith Urban, "Tonight I Wanna Cry" - Ummmm, nuf said? Sometimes we really need to let it all out
5. Rascal Flatts, "Sara Beth (Skin)" - She had cancer so her prom date shaved his head to make her feel better. And he still thought she looked beautiful. She was dancing with her very first true love just like in her daydreams. *Sigh*
4. Brooks & Dunn, "Believe" - This song is simply haunting...in a beautiful way. Old Man Wrigley dies and a young man loses who he perhaps never knew was his best friend. This old man taught him some serious life lessons.
3. Brad Paisley, "Letter To Me" - For some reason I've been hearing this one a lot lately and it gets me every time. Re-living past loves, talking to your teenage self with grown-up wisdom, being proud of said teenage self, and Brad's melodic voice make this one a real tear-jerker.
2. Carrie Underwood, "Just a Dream" - It was hard to pick just one Carrie song for the list since on different days and different levels of PMS, 90% of her music can trigger the waterworks for me. However, I figured an 18-year-old widow with an un-wed fiance taken by war has the most universal tear potential. Runners up: "Don't Forget to Remember Me", "The Night Before (Life Goes On)"
1. Jamey Johnson, "The Dollar" - The son misses his workaholic father and pinches his pennies to literally buy time with his dad?!? Omg how could I not be a blubbering mess? I can't go on...
Country is so the new emo y'all.
10. Taylor Swift, "Teardrops on My Guitar" - This one is pretty cheesy so it had to be low on the list, but it so perfectly conveys teenage heartbreak and what it's like not to be noticed...so you pour it all out in the music. It just gets me for pathetic girly reasons. (Admittedly almost every subsequent Taylor Swift song was about the exact same thing, but this was the original so it's better)
9. Brad Paisley/Alison Krauss, "Whiskey Lullaby" - Suicide over a lost love. That's all I got to say about that.
8. Darryl Worley, "If Something Should Happen" - A man going into surgery asks his best friend to basically father his children and take care of his wife because he's scared he's going to...well, you know. The description of the scenarios are what gets ya with this one.
7. Trace Adkins, "You're Gonna Miss This" - Watching children grow up and savoring the precious moments. When Trace sang this on the Celebrity Apprentice finale with his daughter in the audience I just lost it.
6. Keith Urban, "Tonight I Wanna Cry" - Ummmm, nuf said? Sometimes we really need to let it all out
5. Rascal Flatts, "Sara Beth (Skin)" - She had cancer so her prom date shaved his head to make her feel better. And he still thought she looked beautiful. She was dancing with her very first true love just like in her daydreams. *Sigh*
4. Brooks & Dunn, "Believe" - This song is simply haunting...in a beautiful way. Old Man Wrigley dies and a young man loses who he perhaps never knew was his best friend. This old man taught him some serious life lessons.
3. Brad Paisley, "Letter To Me" - For some reason I've been hearing this one a lot lately and it gets me every time. Re-living past loves, talking to your teenage self with grown-up wisdom, being proud of said teenage self, and Brad's melodic voice make this one a real tear-jerker.
2. Carrie Underwood, "Just a Dream" - It was hard to pick just one Carrie song for the list since on different days and different levels of PMS, 90% of her music can trigger the waterworks for me. However, I figured an 18-year-old widow with an un-wed fiance taken by war has the most universal tear potential. Runners up: "Don't Forget to Remember Me", "The Night Before (Life Goes On)"
1. Jamey Johnson, "The Dollar" - The son misses his workaholic father and pinches his pennies to literally buy time with his dad?!? Omg how could I not be a blubbering mess? I can't go on...
Country is so the new emo y'all.
1.16.2009
Emotional Menstrual Musings
So, let it be known that I do love this city. But as can probably be deduced from a few previous posts, I did not grow up here and lived in a completely different environment until I was almost 19 years old. Being a native Mid-Westerner (well, at least that's what I consider Pittsburgh, PA) in Manhattan can be at times very interesting. And every now and then you have a night where you really, really miss home and your family.
Tonight it was spurred by menstruation and chick-lit. I've been an emotional PMS-er for many years, and in these states anything can spur the waterworks. Notable instances include everything from a baby throwing her toy out of the stroller to basically any country song. But tonight on a lazy, frigid night in, I'm reaching the climax of Nadine Haobsh's new release, "Confessions of a Beauty Addict." Not exactly Pulitzer Prize winning literature, but every now and then chick-lit manges to hit a little too close to home. Haobsh's heroine, Bella (whom, let's face it, is most likely an autobiographical character), is a successful beauty editor living in New York City (shocker), but has humble roots in a small town in Ohio. Bella makes a trip home to be the maid-of-honor at a wedding and emotionally explores her connection to her hometown, family, the house she grew up in, her childhood stuffed animal, etc. Cue the tears right about...here. In a month I will also be making a trip to Pittsburgh to appear as a bridesmaid in a wedding and see my family whom I miss more and more every day. In the novel, everyone in Ohio is fascinated by Bella's "exciting" big city life and proud that she did something "daring" and different with her life, not the norm in her hometown. By this point I have the day's purple Sue Devitt metallic eye crayon streaked all over my face.
I'm happy with my life in New York City despite the obvious struggles, but there are absolutely times when wonder what life would have been like out in the "real world". Let's face it, New York is NOT the real world. I love NYC and have a genuine connection with the city, but I have a genuine connection with very few (if any) people here and often feel like I don't have that emotional support system that runs rampant in middle America. So of course the next emotion is the urge to call Mommy, but the clock tells me that it's 11:19pm and aging parents in middle America are probably falling asleep, even on a Friday night.
*New York I love you, but you're bringing me down...* Do all Mid-West transplants into Manhattan feel this way?
Tonight it was spurred by menstruation and chick-lit. I've been an emotional PMS-er for many years, and in these states anything can spur the waterworks. Notable instances include everything from a baby throwing her toy out of the stroller to basically any country song. But tonight on a lazy, frigid night in, I'm reaching the climax of Nadine Haobsh's new release, "Confessions of a Beauty Addict." Not exactly Pulitzer Prize winning literature, but every now and then chick-lit manges to hit a little too close to home. Haobsh's heroine, Bella (whom, let's face it, is most likely an autobiographical character), is a successful beauty editor living in New York City (shocker), but has humble roots in a small town in Ohio. Bella makes a trip home to be the maid-of-honor at a wedding and emotionally explores her connection to her hometown, family, the house she grew up in, her childhood stuffed animal, etc. Cue the tears right about...here. In a month I will also be making a trip to Pittsburgh to appear as a bridesmaid in a wedding and see my family whom I miss more and more every day. In the novel, everyone in Ohio is fascinated by Bella's "exciting" big city life and proud that she did something "daring" and different with her life, not the norm in her hometown. By this point I have the day's purple Sue Devitt metallic eye crayon streaked all over my face.
I'm happy with my life in New York City despite the obvious struggles, but there are absolutely times when wonder what life would have been like out in the "real world". Let's face it, New York is NOT the real world. I love NYC and have a genuine connection with the city, but I have a genuine connection with very few (if any) people here and often feel like I don't have that emotional support system that runs rampant in middle America. So of course the next emotion is the urge to call Mommy, but the clock tells me that it's 11:19pm and aging parents in middle America are probably falling asleep, even on a Friday night.
*New York I love you, but you're bringing me down...* Do all Mid-West transplants into Manhattan feel this way?
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