Can’t sleep because I am too preoccupied with whether I should just have an apartment party for my birthday (fuck the neighbors if we’re too loud, bigger mess to clean up, but nice way to talk with everyone) or if not, what bar we should go to (because that decision says something about me as a person, and also I don’t know alphabet city bars that well, like which ones won’t be totally mobbed or lame or expensive).
The real question is where we’ll end up getting drunk food.
Today I saw a really amazing documentary some guys made about Nirvana using only fan footage they found on youtube, including a ton of old clips copied (almost certainly on VHS) off MTV or foreign TV channels, like Nirvana playing a song on a weird British studio-filmed tv show. It kind of blew my mind. Now I just want to ingest everything semi-culturally-significant.
Saw so many great people: Joyce Carol Oates (!!!), Colson Whitehead, Karen Thompson Walker, Danielle Evans, and Kurt Anderson, who was (of course) wearing purple socks.
1. Stop stealing useless things from bars.
2. No matter how shitty it is, someone on Craigslist wants it.
Tonight I told my first story at The Moth (and did not cry/vomit from nerves at any point). Success!