IzzyNYC
08-24-2007, 07:42 PM
Since the early 90's, I've fantasized about what it must be like to be one of the lucky few to score front row for a Beastie Boy show. After a series of bad luck, (they skipped my home state... MCA broke an arm, tour cancelled.... had to sit in the VERY back of Madison Square Garden....) I finally had my chance - tickets for a general admission show in Central Park!!! I pulled out all the stops - got in line at 2:00, paid someone to wait w/ me so I could skip over to will call w/o any problems...)
It all came together, and I made it to the front row. The show was great! FANTASTIC!!! Maybe my best NYC experiences since moving here 4 years ago.
Thing is, it's been over 2 weeks since the show and I just can't stop obsessing over it!!! Example: I went to meet a friend for brunch in the East Village, and the line " Live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to..." pops in my head… someone says “Master list” in a meeting and I start thinking about Mixmaster Mike….I see “Stir fry” on a menu ….
Now, one might say to just roll with the obsession, (or get a life) but I have this vision of myself in 10 years where I’m 100 pounds heavier, chain smoking in my studio apt w/ 12 cats (all named after BB songs), and my only friends are the peeps I meet on the BB boards.
Am I the only one with this disorder?? Or, is this just the FRONT ROW AFTERGLOW??? ;)
It all came together, and I made it to the front row. The show was great! FANTASTIC!!! Maybe my best NYC experiences since moving here 4 years ago.
Thing is, it's been over 2 weeks since the show and I just can't stop obsessing over it!!! Example: I went to meet a friend for brunch in the East Village, and the line " Live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to..." pops in my head… someone says “Master list” in a meeting and I start thinking about Mixmaster Mike….I see “Stir fry” on a menu ….
Now, one might say to just roll with the obsession, (or get a life) but I have this vision of myself in 10 years where I’m 100 pounds heavier, chain smoking in my studio apt w/ 12 cats (all named after BB songs), and my only friends are the peeps I meet on the BB boards.
Am I the only one with this disorder?? Or, is this just the FRONT ROW AFTERGLOW??? ;)