the best ideas are the ones spawned by margaritas.

The other evening whilst sipping margaritas and enjoying Mexican food, Courtney and I were surprisingly accosted by two foreign gentlemen.  They commented on our attire- "You know, you have a hole in your tights."  (No, really?)  Then one tried to touch my knee, where the hole was, and I all but politely said "You can't touch my knee."  Of course, Courtney was wearing flannel and slouchy leather boots and I was wearing a motorcycle jacket and eyeliner (oh and a ballerina-esque skirt that Lucien kept saying was very Madonna) so they took us seriously.  Kind of.  "So, you girls are rocker chicks huh?"  How do you answer that question...I think we may have utilized the eyebrow raise, which in case you were wondering is very effective.  The margaritas were starting to wane.  And anyway, I would have needed more alcohol to to deal with assholes like that.  They continued a few more meager  attempts at attraction (asked us to come sit with them, tried to play with out hair, etc) and then finally gave up and left.  So dumb but anyway, I am relaying this story because we created an interesting kind of pseudo backstory for ourselves.  And it all begins with:

volcanic rawr.

An interesting backstory is what you use to make encounters with assholes like this amusing.  Both to entertain yourself, in coming up with new details and to see how far you can take it without them questioning the reality of the situation.  Volcanic Rawr consists of Courtney Almeida, on the electric violin and acoustic guitar, Ela Tokay on the drums, Elizabeth Ruland on the piano, and myself with vocals and cowbell.  Volcanic Rawr is essentially a bad ass girl band that plays venues like Sullivan Hall, Terminal 5, and Music Hall of Williamsburg.  We got up to this point with the foreigners.

Anyway, the city was how I imagine the city always is.  I never realize that I miss things until I am back and it is late and I have no ability to change anything about it.  I live in White Plains for now and it is great but it's only for now and it always is where you aren't that matters isn't it?  I had the fortune of enjoying Le Fin Du Monde (delicious beer) and snowflakes in the streets.  It's interesting how with snow there tends to be too much or too little.  It has been too long since I have listened to music melting from a jukebox's speakers.  The evenings in New York somehow always manage to secure a place in my memory.