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I got a wink today! It was so smooth and perfect and from a very handsome man. YEAH!
I really do have a special cat.
photo by Carolyne Klein
A few weeks ago, I went to a Delicate Steve show with two of my best girlfriends. The show took place at 285 Kent, my LEAST favorite DIY venue in Brooklyn. 285 is the kind of place I would have been drawn to 10 years ago with the crust punks running the door, bathrooms lacking seats, walls decorated in graffiti, and stained, dingy couches provided for the utmost leisurely experience…but not when I’m 30. NO.
I think it goes without saying that I was immediately cranky upon arrival.
I nearly lost my shit when a mosh pit unexpectedly broke out during the opening performance, swallowing us, whole. Didn’t realize those still existed.
Dis-GUSTEDDDD, I leaned into Courtney with a very nasty attitude and said, “I feel fucking OLD!”
Bitch didn’t skip a beat and with a bright smile on her face, she immediately bounced back with, “Really? I feel ATTRACTIVE!”
She had it right. Her response immediately changed my perspective. Everyone needs their fixed-gear-riding, no-leg-shaving, vegan days, right? So I let them be, turned my attitude around, and ended up having a RAGER of a Tuesday night….all thanks to a lil kick in the ass from my dear, sweet, Courtney.
Ahhh, Court. She’s one of the most beautiful people I know, in every form. She’s incredibly awkward, unconventionally hilarious, brutally honest, and annoyingly confident. Her qualities are often translated as her being a Grade A bitch but I think a better way to describe her would be by saying she’s, hmmmm….. “innocently blunt”.
She certainly is a rare bird but I take something valuable away from literally every conversation we have…even if it’s just with 4 sweet words.
I recorded this with the amazing, Ben Haberland, 4 years ago. Met him through a mutual friend, just months after moving to the city. Great dude - funny, charming, sarcastic, sharp, and most importantly, a cat-lover.
I think it was still winter when we met to record in his tiny Williamsburg studio apartment. We had about 10 feet of space to squeeze in a couple of tall bodies, a cat, several instruments, and maybe a chair or two.
I had nothing more to offer than mediocre vocals and ukulele plucking while Ben was one of those assholes that knew how to play EVERY instrument, really, really well. I remember him telling me that you could always trust a Tom Petty song to tune your guitar to. So after a quick warm up with The Heartbreakers, we got down and dirty.
Jah’s presence surrounded us with every ooo, every ahhh, and within a few hours, we had a privileged white kid’s rendition of Sister Nancy’s Bam Bam.
Granted, it was only a cover, but we felt GOOD about what we had just made. Making music with him felt RIGHT.
But, like many of us do as we settle into our lives, we drifted apart and eventually lost touch. We never mixed a final version of the song, and never made music together again. I don’t know why, but I never thought to contact him for a copy until just last week.…and sure enough, four years later, he still had it.
This weekend was my first time hearing the finished product.
Ben, sir, you rule.
once, when i was little, i peed my pants. i had just woken up from a nap and went looking for my mom. when i found her, she asked me, in her sweet, soft, little voice, “lindsey, did you go potty in the bed?”
“i went SWIMMING!”
i haven’t peed my pants as an adult yet, although, i came quite close over the weekend.
i had a friend over. a friend who makes my cat completely forget who i am whenever he’s around. they share this deep romantic connection that makes me feel like a single girl on valentine’s day.
a favorite game of theirs is ‘head in mouth’. the point of the game is to try and get my cat to willingly stick her head inside his mouth. he’ll open up as wide as he can and then patiently wait while she sniffs things out. it’s gross. but it’s the kind of thing you can’t help but watch.
so during this particular game,
he finds his station, opens wide
…she leans in…
twitches her nose
…leans in deeper…
my body completely shut down
photo by courtney klein
today, my coworker, and very dear friend, told me she was resigning. she was moving to Virginia to be with a very handsome gentlemen with whom she had fallen head over heels in love with.
she nervously broke the news just a few hours into our day. as she began to tell me, her eyes welled up, her face turned a VERY pretty pastel pink (she’s so cute) and she squirmed the hell out of her little chair. she was worried about my reaction because she knew this transition would ultimately mean new and unwanted responsibilities for me. i’ll be honest, shit WILL temporarily hit the fan without her, but WHO really cares about that?!
i was ECSTATIC!
i was overwhhhhhhelmed with joy and COMPLETELY covered, head-to-toe, in goosebumps. gahhh, it has been such a beautiful experience watching her fall, fall fall. gradually. cautiously.
i am truly happy for my friend and i am so proud of her for diving deep.
W H O A
THIS cat, my cat, Jelly, has won, the very prestigious award, Kitty of the Year, every year, since acquiring her in 2010
“how can a person not like cats?” - a brilliant quote from one of my favorite people on the planet, Grant
last Friday I told someone that all cats come from Kittery, Maine - they believed me for a second - but it’s actually true - look it up