GoGoPance

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you gotta have faith April 28, 2011

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I live in Brooklyn. Specifically, I live in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, which is infamous for being a neighborhood that is only accessible via the G Train. And the G Train is infamous for being the only train that never touches Manhattan, it serves Brooklyn and Queens exclusively. It also has a bad reputation for being unreliable, taking forever to arrive or, on the weekends, never running at all. It’s half the size of normal trains, so if it’s coming you have to run to make sure you make it to a part of the platform that will end up adjacent to cars.

Because of this I get the head tilt of pity when I tell folks where I live.

“Ohhh. That’s on the G, isn’t it?”

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

However, I have lived on the G line for at least half my time here and found if you just have faith, like real faith, it won’t let you down. It is 100x more pleasant to ride during rush hour than the more popular, cool L Train. I always have a seat, I get to read my book (a lot) and… well… when I’m tipsy at 10PM on a school night the wait allows me to a) sober up before bed, b) jam out to my ipod while c) people-watching the other colorful tipsy folks jamming out to their ipods and watching me. It’s a circle of fraternal good times, people.

So in defense of the G – I wouldn’t have it any other way. In a world where everything moves way too fast, I welcome the forced stop time. My commute is blue collar. My fingernails, dirty. I would join a G Union if there was one. In the immortal lyrics of Warren G (no relation), “Just rollin in my ride…”

 

i’ll raise you a pinky April 26, 2011

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Last week I put on my grown-up hat and went to a Wine and Cheese Pairing class. Ahem. Yes, daaaahling, I would like some Camembert to go with my Tempranillo, thank you eva so kindly.

Five wines + a cleanser of Cava (mmmm bubbles) + five cheeses + baguettes does not a bad evening make. I am way more versed in beer than wine, but it’s fun to step out of your alcohol comfort zone every now and then. My beer preference wavers per season — I’m now coming off a Stout/Porter Winter and getting into a Wheat/White Spring (well, anything that comes with citrus on the rim, really, margaritas included) — but I have no idea how to schedule my wine. I’m your average “buy it because it has a cool label” type.

I didn’t really learn anything, but it was fun to hear the room get rowdier with conversation as the glasses emptied. The monger and the sommelier rained their expertise down, but I was too busy writing notes like, “Tastes like armpits” and “Pance Hearts Wine” on my sheet of paper. I didn’t want to be rude since it was a schmancy-ish place after all, so I took off my grown-up hat and hung it on the back of my chair.

 

i got the runs April 19, 2011

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Major accomplishment this weekend running my first organized 5K ever! Hoorah! This had to be done because Knitiot and I registered ourselves in the Dogfish Head Brewery’s 5K this fall in Delaware (Will Run for Beer) and I needed a) practice and b) a little self-proof that I could, in fact, do it at all. She got a taste running the Susan G. Komen 5K in Roanoke two weeks ago (GoGoKnitiot!). So I was up to bat.

GoGoPance vs. The Lincoln Tunnel – basically a back/forth trip under the Hudson River – pounding on pavement where few feet actually travel. Down right excitin’.

I was super nervous about it all weekend, not knowing whether to fear the physical challenge or the claustrophobia more. I happen to be reading a book now about the men who tunneled under France in WW1. They talk about working in deeeeep underground crawl spaces, sleeping without being able to even roll over, all with a pretty constant fear of being buried alive. Mmmhmmm. No thank you.

Alas, with visions of earth and river collapsing on my head, I did it. YAY. This time I ran for Special Olympics. Knitiot ran for boobies. Next time we run for us. For beer. For thirsty people everywhere. Best idea ever.

 

this is a long one April 14, 2011

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Went to a stellar concert this week at City Winery, my new favorite NYC venue for music (wine, cheese, intimate stage, candles). I saw Colin Hay, the former lead singer of Men at Work. Veggie mite sandwich and all that. The show was AHmazing, which naturally led to a table-wide muse of the best concerts we’ve ever been to.

My picks definitely err on the side of most memorable, not so much on musically brilliant.

Huey Lewis & the News (Roanoke, 1987) – My first “real” concert (not counting The Monkees with my dad). I went with my 6th grade BFF and her family. There were no assigned seats so we lined up hours ahead of time, ate a picnic dinner of homemade fried chicken, and then RAN to seats when the doors finally opened. I got to leave school early that day… which was good because I clearly wasn’t focused on Pie-R-Squared at all.

New Kids on the Block (Roanoke, 1989) – There are few things as maniacal as Teen Pop Star Obsession. Period. I puff painted the collar and sleeves of my white Hanes t-shirt. I tried, in vain, to hysterically cry because everyone else seemed to be. I jumped up and down on my chair for hours, reaching and screaming for Joey-Joe. I’m pretty sure he heard me.

Third Summer of Lilith Fair (Atlanta, 1999) – Attended with two of my bestest friends ever (still). We had lawn tickets in an amphitheater venue and it poured rain on us. So what to do? Get sloppy drunk of course. Yet somehow we failed to factor in the reality of raging beer pee when bathroom lines (99.9% female audience) are nonnegotiable. And, well, you’re already wet, right? Soooo, yeaaaah, no pictures of this one.

Ryan Adams (Atlanta, 2003) – My first Ryan Adams show ever. He played records, told stories and got drunk on red wine, hyper actively moving from harmonica to guitar to piano. It felt like we were all just in his living room hanging out. I only knew one song when I went – New York, New York. About one month later I actually moved to New York.

eastmountainsouth (New York, 2003) – Virtually unknown male/female duo. They played a show shortly after I moved here at Fez Under Time Cafe, which doesn’t exist anymore. I really had no friends yet so I decided just to go by myself. The city was very big, scary and brand new to me. I accidentally got on an express train and zipped right by my stop.

After the show I waited to talk to Kat because she’s also from Southwest Virginia. It’s almost like she knew I was scared and homesick – she talked to me for a while about how awesome our home is and, more importantly, how awesome it was that I just moved to the greatest city in the world. I rode home,on the right train, giddy with confidence. If *she* thought NYC was cool, I would be OK.

Sadly, they disbanded after one CD.

(not my show – but you get the idea)

 

saturday funday April 9, 2011

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All day today I’ve thought it was Sunday. My normal work schedule body clock is all confused, having been on vacation from my day job this past week. I’ve basically approached the last 5 days as consecutive weekend days… so shouldn’t it be Sunday already? Today is Saturday. Repeat after me. Today is Saturday.

So, seein’ that today is Saturday, I spent it the way any respectable weekend day should be spent = biking and brunching.

A bike ride down to Red Hook, then some brunch, then a stop by what is supposed to be the best key lime pie place east of the Mississippi, then over the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan Bridge and then back home to Greenpoint… my chocolate-dipped Key Lime Pie Tart sitting safely in the fridge, awaiting an after-dinner call of duty.

YAY Sunday Funday! I mean Saturday.