my friend mandi’s birthday was on tuesday. it was to be the week of weeks, with many plans made to celebrate her birth (it was also selfishly a good way to try to forget that it is february in minnesota).
well, unfortunately mandi showed up to the doctor on tuesday with a sore throat. the diagnosis: mono. i.e., the KISSING disease. (obviously my penchant for alliteration makes it hard for me to not constantly say mono mandi, Mono Mandi, MONO MANDI!)
it’s really kind of hilarious, because we are all in our mid-late twenties. and everyone knows that mono is SO adolescent. maybe it really could be a nice thing, this finding out you have mono on your birthday: even as you age, you feel younger. brilliant.
(done and done: all i want for my birthday this year? mono. august 4, everyone, plan ahead!)
wow. so all of this is to say, we did not have the week of all weeks in honor of mandi, who understandably got straight to work at all the sleeping she needed to do. but we did go to a bar last night for a chill birthday in northeast minneapolis.
Since moving back to the Twin Cities from New York, I’ve noticed in myself an ugly persuasion. I judge people. A lot more than I used to.
It’s almost kind of funny, because I sort of judge them according to how “cool” they are — as if I were cool. That’s the funny part, because I really am not cool. My requirements for ‘cool’? It’s how genuine people are, how forthright, how comfortable, how un-self-conscious.
So, last night I went to the Cloud Cult show at the Cabooze. I walked around the show completely in my head. In New York, I tended to not question why people would show up at a show like Cloud Cult. Because duh, everyone in New York is creative and original, right? No need to attend a show in order to demonstrate one’s unique hipster nature. Obviously this thinking is ridiculous. People in New York are no “cooler” than people in Minneapolis (what kind of person thinks that, Alison?!). But in MY head, last night, it sounded like this: people in Minneapolis have an inferiority complex to places like New York/San Francisco/Portland/Chicago/LA. So we have to work harder to prove that we are cool. Which made me think that everyone there was just putting on a show by going to the show: Why are people here? What makes people come to a concert like this? Who is here because they actually want to be? And who is here because they are with someone who wants to be? Who is here only because they want to project a certain image of him or herself? What kinds of images do people intentionally project of themselves? Are people self-aware of how and why they portray themselves in certain ways? Read the rest of this entry »