"keep moving, motherfuckerrr"

whew, this weekend has been busy, busy, dizzy...in the best sense. on friday, gleni and i headed to new york city via megabus (which, as we came to find out, was not so mega this time around) for the siren music festival at coney island...a.k.a. the end of the world. it was a brilliant, brilliant affair, including one fantastic celebrity sighting manifested by the secret (no joke.) highlight bullet time!

• staying in bed-stuy, brooklyn (correction: this actually might be the end of the world) in a sweet apartment with ac...and i fell asleep to the ghetto lullabies of sirens, intense bass out of car windows, and various people shouting. i don't think i'm tough enough to handle the neighborhood of wu-tang members and gangsta rappers.
• dinner the first night in fort greene, which is such a cute little neighborhood.
  
• eating nathans' chicken tenders on the street at coney island while sweating profusely in the 95 degree heat
• seeing hipsters dressed ridiculously in tight black jeans and bandannas...so, so impractical.
• getting to see parts & labor, annuals, and times new viking, who put on really good sets
  
• meeting up with some of gleni's high school friends for most of the day, who also lamented over the intense sun with us in an air-conditioned pizza parlor.
• broken social scene, who were one of the headliners, were great. i possibly got a contact high from the obscene amount of weed being ingested around me, these insane drunk girls were dancing crazily and made everyone nearby join in, and we could not stop hysterically laughing at the creepy dude in front of us who was repeatedly stroking his girlfriend's hair/kissing her head/smoking a cigar. sick.
• OBVIOUSLY, the best part of the whole night was after BSS ended. we went over to wait for one of gleni's friends who was getting a beer, and i see this kid standing nearby. i say to gleni, "that guy behind you looks like a ghettofied danny tamberelli from pete and pete," half joking, because he was friggin' dressed in a huge baggy mets shirt and cargo shorts, and had long hair in a ponytail and a backwards baseball cap. not cute. and then i realize...wait, that IS him. no one really believed me, of course, until we see these two girls go over to snap a picture with him. hilarious. i almost wish we had gone and bugged him. but the greatest thing is that on the way to new york, i said to gleni "let's see a celebrity while we're here," and pictured it...and the secret worked its friggin' magic. way to go.
  
• finally, our bus ride back to boston was absolutely insane- i was wondering why, even with the AC supposedly on, i was sweating profusely (this was a theme throughout the weekend, if you couldn't tell), and then the bus driver pulls into a rest stop, and tells us we'll have to wait for another bus with working AC. well, long story short, almost two hours go by before the bus comes. at least we made a couple new gal pals during the wait.

also, new project runway?! so damn good. i know blayne is trying to be the new christian, but he's hysterical. and the asian dude that made the creepy-ass hospital garb totally deserved to go!