that girl allison

I'm Allison. I see a ton of theatre. I'm a fan of Green Day, Ted Leo & the Pharmacists, Weezer, Oasis, Adam Rapp, Emily Giffin, and Shakespeare. I run sometimes, and do yoga always.

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Today in Things I Am Over we will discuss dating apps. Which I am over. Completely. Not that I ever had high hopes for them to begin with but with such low expectations, you’d think I’d have fun with at least one of them, right? They are all basically the same app, except Hinge pulls people who you have friends in common with on Facebook, so it’s not, like, totally sketchy. Just sort of, very sketchy.

Tinder is a joke, which is why I joined. The gross photos that I come across always make me laugh (and occasionally cringe). I met one guy for a drink once and he was very nice. He was a southern boy who ended up being in a very indie band that I like. He was flakey though. Like, we-couldn’t-seem-to-make-plans-to-get-together-in-the-six-weeks-since-our-first-date-flakey. Yet he was still texting me. I gave up on him. I think he was just sort of unknowingly stupid. Very sweet, but stupid.

Then there’s Hinge. This is a joke too but I’d heard it was better than Tinder, and I was like, ‘Why not!’ so I joined. Spoiler alert: It’s not better than Tinder. You get 15 matches a day and you can go through and say if you like anyone (ie. do I think this person is attractive?). I’ve matched with a bunch of guys but I haven’t actually met any of them in person. Why? I literally know nothing about the person from their profile. So, essentially, why would I want to meet them? Because they’re attractive? Not good enough. (For me, at least.) I was supposed to meet a guy for coffee today but I decided I was just that disinterested. I’m sure he was a nice person, but luckily I caught him via text before he got on the train from Park Slope to come to the UWS. 

Then there’s Coffee Meet Bagel. This is a snooze. You get one match a day and if you both say you like each other, you get a text and you commence speaking and actually getting to know each other - as well as you can via text. I’ve met met one or two guys off this app. It’s OK, but I’m bored it at this point.

The problem with these apps? They’re pretty shallow. You’re going solely (for the most part) off whether or not you think the other person is attractive. For me, this is just not enough. You’re good looking? Well, congratulations on your genetics. Attraction for me comes from whether or not the other person is smart, witty, sardonic, etc. Chemistry, I guess. 

Maybe part of the problem is that I don’t really feel like making the effort to date anyone right now. Yes, besides the fact that these apps are shitty, there is that fact too. I’ll be deleting these apps and I’ll stick to going out in the real world and see who is fed up them too. 

/rant over

Last Wednesday, August 20th, I went to the Rubin Museum in Chelsea for the screening of the film short On Meditation, featuring the woman who I refer to as my guru, Gabrielle Bernstein. After the filming, she had a conversation with contemplative psychotherapist Joe Loizzo, who founded the Nalanda Institute. 

I snagged a front row seat somehow and settled in. We ran through her meditation that she calls the “ego eradicator” and thus began my 40 day regiment of it again. They spoke about the science behind meditation and how they now have proof of how meditation affects the brain, so it’s not just hippie bullshit (my words) anymore.

Afterward she signed books and when I asked her for advice on how to deal with super negative friends, she said, “Be the light." I said OK, and I’m trying. She also said not to talk about it with them, which I think is a fantastic idea. 

Another night of mindfulness in the books. 

I finally took the plunge and made a Facebook page for this little blog.

Will you please like it? :D

“The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.” - John Updike

Today marks exactly ten years since I first moved to New York City. I was a freshmen and moved into a gross but amazing four-bedroom dorm room with seven other girls on the corner of 16th street and Union Square West. It was a moment that I’d been waiting for for at least eight years. That day had finally come and I was oh-so-happy. Right as my parents were saying goodbye, a swat team descended upon Union Square because of a bomb threat that had been called in because of the Republican National Convention, which happened to be that weekend too. Thus began my residency in New York City.

Monthly Metrocards were $65 (!) at that time and one trip was $1.50. Williamsburg was just starting to kind of become East Village “Light” and filling with hipsters. Pinkberry wasn’t yet known, nor had it infiltrated St. Marks Place. You could still find a yoga class for $10. Rush tickets for actual broadway shows were $20 (not $45!).  Greenpoint was stilled filled with only Polish people and Astoria was just sort of on the rise as an acceptable place to live outside Manhattan. George W. Bush was about to be elected for a second time by a truly idiotic nation and American Idiot was soon to be released. I would totally miss seeing Green Day a block away at Irving Plaza.

Most people go to college to get an education and while that was on my list to, my main goal after high school was “move to New York City,” so that’s why I only applied to 5 schools and they were all in New York.

I don’t want to get too sentimental, so I’ll just say this: Being a New Yorker is one of the best things in the world (in my opinion). It was my dream and I am living the dream. Today I’ll be able to celebrate it drinking cocktails on a booze cruise for work around this island in two rivers. 

If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. 

(Above is a photo from my scrapbook from freshmen year - those are three of my seven roommates.)

Dear Greyhound Bus Co:

I spent 21 minutes on hold with your customer service line tonight before getting disconnected. Never once did I speak with an actual live human being. That’s some customer service policy you have going there!

On my bus back to New York City from Boston last night, the driver had very little idea how to drive a bus. He had no idea how to maneuver it. It was unsafe, to say the least. He was using a GPS system the whole time but when he crossed from the Bronx over into Manhattan, he stopped and asked a cop how to get to Port Authority. Then a few blocks later, he stopped the bus and asked us, the passengers. 

Now this is one of the few instances where saying “YOU HAVE ONE JOB” actually applies. The bus driver had one job, literally. It was to get us to Port Authority. After we, the paying customers, told him how to get to our destination, he proceeded to drive down Broadway at 5 miles an hour, getting about 2 blocks between each light change. 

Between a tiny bit of traffic, his absolutely cluelessness regarding New York City, and his incompetence in driving a bus all together, we arrived at Port Authority just before 8:30pm. 

Our bus was due into Port Authority at 6:30pm.

He was 50% late. If that’s acceptable to you, you need to close up shop. 

I was offered a $20 credit today. This is unacceptable as I will not be taking your buses ever again. Given that your bus was 50% late, I would like at least 50% of my money back - in American US currency. 

The bus number was 86151. I don’t know who the driver was and quite frankly, I don’t care, because he was ill equipped to be driving a bus and in New York City. 

Silent Reading Party in Prospect Heights! Drinking Riesling and reading absolute trash! There’s also a cellist here providing background noise! #nycsilentreadingparty

Yesterday’s Adventure: I’ve wanted to go up to Woodstock for a while and when I mentioned the idea to Kristen, she said, “farm animals and a monastery?! Count me in!”

Yesterday we drove up while listening to the 90’s Sirius station and explored Woodstock. We were only there for about 3 hours, but we saw pretty much everything. We went in to a lot of Tibetan stores and stores with lots and lots of incense. We had lunch at Bread Alone, snacked on cupcakes from Peace, Love, and Cupcakes, and grabbed juice from Little Apple.  

We were disappointed to find out that the field in Bethel where the Woodstock festival actually took place was over an hour away in the wrong direction, so instead we headed back down the Hudson, this time blasting the 90’s alternative station. We stopped for dinner at The Hop in Beacon, NY and then at the Peekskill Coffee Shop in Peekskill, NY. I also found an adorable dress in a thrift shop in Beacon that I had to buy. 

Next adventure: Poughkeepsie, New Paltz, Storm King, Cold Spring, and Tarrytown. 

I’m going up to Woodstock for the day with Kirsten today (just happens that it’s the 45th anniversary of the concert - we had no idea when we picked this day!) and I woke up before my alarm and just sort of got up

I sat up, turned my phone on, and then turned my computer on. And then I sat looking at both as they turned on and I felt a little shaky. 

I’m used to waking up to my alarm, turning my phone on, and sitting in seated meditation for 15 minutes before doing ANYTHING else. This was different and I can see the immediate effect it had on my waking up.

So before logging into my computer, I sat in my chair and concentrated on my breath for about two minutes (breathing in and out for five, six, etc. up to ten, and back down). I felt much better.

I also probably should’ve stretched, but hey, at least my mind is calmer now. 

Can’t believe it.

Can’t believe it.

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To say that I had mixed feelings about seeing The Phantom of the Opera again last Wednesday night would be an understatement. When I received the invite, I RSVP’ed only because I wanted to see Norm Lewis and Sierra Boggess together.

Our seats were lovely, Row N in the orchestra. I could see the Phantom wherever he happened to pop up without craning my neck.

And do you know what else was lovely? The show. I really enjoyed it. Having not seen it in a good 8 years combined with having been in the middle of reading 50 Shades of Grey made it a whole new experience for me. When I was younger I never quite caught on to the explosive sexuality if the show, but since I was expecting to be bored, this was a refreshing surprise.

Lewis and Boggess were jaw-droppingly amazing. Their chemistry was fantastic and their voices were flawless. My two reasons to revisit the show after so many years were well worth the trip. The rest of the cast was great too, but Boggess and Lewis stole the show (as they should).

If you’re thinking that you want to see these two in their roles but are dreading sitting through this tourist favorite again, fear not! Just go. It’ll be worth it.

Tickets were provided by the production.