I decided to make the trek into New York yesterday to see Jenny Owen Youngs/Jukebox The Ghost yesterday, which ended up being a quite ridiculous adventure. I got in around 4:18 and immediately headed down to the park in an attempt to see if I could still get into all of the academic buildings despite not being enrolled for the summer session. I got into Kimmel with no problems, so this is apparently the case. I updated my Facebook from the computers in the lobby and then learned that Rommie was in the park, so I went and sat with him for awhile, which was quite nice. Laura then got back from work, and I went to her dorm room at UHall and loitered there for a little while. Then we went uptown as she had to go look at an apartment and I had to meet Maeve at work while simultaneously meeting Maggie and another Laura around Penn Station. We were soon reunited and then went downtown where I got dumplings to eat and we consumed a six pack of beer next to a ghetto basketball court on Eldridge Street. It was very hoodrat of us (or romantic?), pictures I’m sure will hit Facebook in the near future. We then made our way over to Bowery Ballroom for Jenny/everyone else. Jenny had a good show, but honestly the originality was kind of gone. She apologized for cursing (gasp!) and didn’t have silly in-between song banter anymore. I was not pleased. Jukebox The Ghost was excellent though, I may see them again as they’re doing a free show in Union Square at the end of June.
After this, NYU Laura and her friend had to get back up to Union Square and chose to walk, so Maggie, Maeve, and Laura decided to descend into the bowels of hell (the JMZ train at Bowery) to make our way up to 34th Street. Easier said than done. Of course after waiting 20 minutes for a strangely urine-soaked J train to arrive, we took it to Fulton to realize that the A train wasn’t going uptown from that station. We then proceeded to walk across the station (a long walk) to the 2 train which we waited another 20-30 minutes for and then decided to go local. Goddamnit.
We finally reached midtown around 1:45 and then decided that it was definitely a good time for McDonalds. Chicken nuggets for all. We then met her dad at the Daily News building and he drove us home. We almost hit a deer back in NJ on the way to my house. I gasped. I got home at 4:00 AM and passed out.
Good day, good day.
