HELLO FROM 2016! I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe New Year’s Eve! Ours was low-key because I just can’t care about this particular holiday and usually I wind up with some awful end-of-the-year stomach bug so I associate NYE with toilet-hugging along with pretty much everyone else, except that I don’t have any amazing party stories to tell afterward. Luckily, I wasn’t sick for this one, so Janna came over. The night before, she asked me what she could bring and I said “Your sports bra, because we’re going to be kpopping.” She was like “Lol OK” and I was like BUT I’M SERIOUS?!
Anyway, we watched the Pens game (we won!) and then, true to my word, I made her and Chooch do some of my favorite KpopX routines.
Henry yelling at Chooch.
Chooch making the face I hate.
Um…then we watched our least favorite YouTuber Gracie (of #cookiepizza fame) open her Christmas presents, which she would then fling to the side because she is a fucking spoiled brat. Seriously, I just can’t with that family. I mean, I’m sure I would have a gigantic head too if toy companies were just sending me boxes of things for no reason other than I somehow have amassed 500,000 YouTube subscribers for WHAT?
I’m not sure I would ever be comfortable with that.
Then we had animal mask fun!
I had to make Henry disinfect all of the masks first because Chooch and some of the neighbor kids have been wearing them and no just no.
It was a nice, casual, stress-free way to end a year that I didn’t hate. In fact, if Marcy hadn’t died in 2015, I might have actually been able to say that it was an almost-perfect year. But, as it is, 2015 will forever be branded in my mind as The Year We Lost Marcy. I’ll never get over it, and that’s OK.
Let’s focus on the good!
- Wendy had a baby!!
- SO.MANY.SHOWS. I promised myself that if I ever got to go back to working normal, daylight hours, I would make up for lost time by going to as many shows as possible. There were a lot that I went to this past year that I was only moderately interested in, but I still went because I COULD. What a liberating feeling. And there were many that I went to alone, which an older version of me never would have considered. But let me share with you a story of DELUXE REGRET that forever changed how I feel about saying, “I’ll just go see them next time.” It was the year 2012 and there was a little singer known as THE WEEKND who I was apeshit crazy for. He was playing a show at Mr. Small’s on a Monday night, but it was a late show and Henry didn’t want to go. The idea of going alone never occurred to me, so I passed on it, figuring I would catch him the next time he was in town. You probably know that The Weeknd practically blew up sometime after that and never again will I have the chance to see him perform in a small venue like Mr. Small’s. I blew it. So yeah, out of all the shows I went to in 2015, I think about 7 of them I went to alone. No regrets.
- Off the top of my head, my favorites were the Kurt Travis house show, Emarosa acoustic, RIOT FEST.
- Seriously, I will never be able to explain how many feels I have for Riot Fest. MY HEART IS IN CHICAGO.
- Off the top of my head, my favorites were the Kurt Travis house show, Emarosa acoustic, RIOT FEST.
- Our summer vacation and finally meeting Octavia!
- CHRONICA2015!!!
- Taking these pictures of Henry & Chooch. <3
- Reconnecting with my old friend Alisha, even though she lives in Arkansas now. :(
- Memorializing Marcy with friends and in ink. I’ll miss her forever, but these two things helped a lot.
- Oh my god, this whole entire thing with Bradley of Emarosa. I still think about it and get all flustered. This band is my everything.
I don’t really have any resolutions for 2016, but I do know that I would like things to continue moving along as they have been. I plan to fill 2016 with more music, more parties, and more poorly-planned vacations with my BAES, Henry and Chooch. I just want to have fun, become a KpopX instructor, and be happy. AND I HOPE THAT YOU WILL HAVE FUN AND BE HAPPY TOO! (Becoming a KpopX instructor is optional.)
Oh, and I want to go to Bledfest. Henry promised. That was my Xmas present: a promise for Bledfest.