are Pringles as good as it fucking gets? Britney Spears has the answer
also happy birthday dad love you have a blessed day
Hello hello hello hello HELLO, everyone, happy Sunday or Monday or Tuesday (I don’t know what day you’re reading this, but I sure hope it isn’t past Tuesday)! Are we feeling alive are we feeling excited are we feeling ready to take on this next week? August is already almost over, which means that we’ve gotten through a month of this recession! And hopefully, it means that we are moving closer to it ending??? I know that’s not how it works, but I will try to manifest it for all of us. We have to figure out how to be positive about some of the things in our life whilst this recession is screwing us all over because:
I feel like this is something I would have loved to know when I was first moving here. Like … there’s absolutely someone out there who knew this was coming. And they didn’t wanna let us know? The job market is down, rent is up, Lea Michele is in the Broadway revival of Funny Girl — some Doomsday guy with a cardboard sign saying the world is ending definitely had some gossip that he didn’t share. Doomsday people are always here when you don’t need them but never here when you do! Classic.
Because of all of this (mostly because of Lea Michele in Funny Girl), I really wanted to leave the city for a few days and relax somewhere that didn’t have anything I needed in a matter of two seconds, so I took the Amtrak to Central Bridge, NY to hang out in an RV with my dad and my DOG. We were in the middle of the mountains, where there are more cows than people, which also means that the people who were there did not know what the word “vegan” meant. So I had a little trouble with that part. BUT NEVERTHELESS, I persisted. Here are a few photos from this past week up there:
There was a moment during the trip where I saw a sign on the side of the road that said POTTERY and so I made my dad follow a winding road for 20 minutes until we found the place that sign was allegedly leading to. But instead of finding the pottery shop, we found a singular grave from the early 1800s that was on a very tiny hill. And then we realized that the pottery sign was a TRICK and that there was really just a ghost over there that wanted to suck out our souls and turn US into pottery. Not today, sir. Not today.
The other “big” thing we did was go to the Cooperstown Baseball Hall of Fame, which we both realized proved that neither of us care about baseball enough to pay $25 a ticket to look at real-life replicas of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig with a bunch of 10-year-olds in baseball uniforms running around the museum. We did see the League of Their Own display, but that display was the same size as me and only took two minutes out of our day. So. I definitely recommend the museum if you’re passing through.
But other than that, being away from the city for a few days with nothing to do was refreshing and necessary because the moment I returned, life was super busy again, and I was able to go buy oat milk in a matter of THREE seconds when I needed it. Three seconds instead of two? Inflation.
In about a week, it will be the year ~anniversary~ of my moving to New York. WHAT. It’s been a year? An actual whole year? Who do I think I am, moving somewhere and loving it? Who do I think I am, rollerblading around town like I run this city? Who do I think I am, taking the train upstate because sometimes this city is exhausting? I must be pretty COOL — almost as cool as this Instagram post:
Oh, wait, I’m missing the tag it’s the best part:
I’m not gonna try to relate how my life here is going to Britney’s Instagram post about Pringles, but also I am. Life is like a thing of Pringles — if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, this is as good as it fucking gets. So even though sometimes I get tired here in New York City, or I worry about the rent, or I struggle to find a better-paying job, I have to remember to look up because Britney Spears might be standing there trying to hand me some Pringles.
And that’s our show this week! I’m writing this at 8 am this good ol Sunday morning and have to get ready for work now. My next goal for today is to make a smoothie without waking up my roommate. Wish me luck!
Movie rec of the week: Freaky Friday (1976)
Book rec of the week: Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Music rec of the week: Chappell Roan!
Birthday shoutouts of the week: Natalie Richard (ur welcome) and MY DAD whose birthday is TODAY happy birthday dad go get yourself some Birkenstocks on me