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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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.

(via evangotlib)

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.

I had an incredibly boring date on Friday. And that’s being nice. There was nothing wrong with him, but we had zero to talk about. I ended the date by saying exactly that. I’m quite positive he was relieved too. I was home by 9pm on Friday and I caught up on some R&R while chatting extremely briefly with a dude on OkCupid. We exchanged pleasantries and phone numbers and said we’d possibly get coffee on Sunday.

Well, today was Sunday and we met up at Khave in Hell’s Kitchen and we had a relaxing two and a half hour discussion over teas, smoothies, and tortilla chips. He was German, which I’d somehow completely glossed over on his profile, so naturally I was very interested in the difference between the two countries. (The two countries being Germany and the US, of course.) This is what I learned this afternoon:

  • On a date in Germany people don’t ask questions like “what do you do for work?”
  • Germans aren’t as connected to the fake sense of self like what you do, your religion, your politics, etc.
  • He didn’t know anyone who was religious growing up. Religion is never talked about in politics.
  • Germans are very direct. They say what they think and ask you what you think, mean, need.
  • Germans are also not flakey like Americans.
  • Institutions, like schools, are not there to tell kids what’s right and wrong - that’s left up to the parents.
  • Germans do not like to flaunt their money. If they’re wealthy they try to hide it. Germans are also known for being cheap.
  • On their political spectrum, Bill Clinton would’ve been seen as a very conservative candidate.
  • Germans hated George w. Bush. (Who, with half a brain, didn’t?)
  • When you’re born in Germany, you’re registered under one of four major religious groups: catholic, Protestant, Jewish, or Muslim. But 60-70% of the country identifies as atheist.
  • Scientology isn’t regarded as a religion in Germany. It’s regarded more a cult with economical mindset.

We also discussed Backlash Theory, Malcolm Gladwell, and Freakanomics (which I have yet to read!). Though I don’t know if we’ll see each other again, I know I had a really good time talking to him and I could totally see being friends. 

On another note: If Germans are as direct as he says, I may need to think about learning German and moving there. Anyone have any tips for learning German?

So, I gave up my 58 day ban on coffee last week and started drinking it again. It’s not because I was necessarily tired (I sleep 7-7.5 hours a night FFS), but I just felt like I missed it in my morning routine, and perhaps it did make me a bit more alert. And I definitely need to be alert at work right now. Also? I’m sick of grabbing a drink on dates. I’d much rather grab coffee. 

But I do still think it tastes like shit. And adding milk to it doesn’t really help the situation as milk is tending to make me feel ill. 

Can anyone recommend some really brilliant tasting coffee? Nothing too bitter - rather on the sweet side. 

The San Francisco Giants were in town this weekend (through tomorrow afternoon!) playing the Mets so that meant I spent some time down at Finnerty’s in the East Village. 

Kristen obliged my request on Friday after we had coffee (Ground Central) and dinner (Dig Inn) and we went down to watch the game and watch some frat boys get thrown out after trying to start a “Giants suck! Giants suck!" chant. They won. Woot! 

On Saturday I went to the game with my family at Citifield and they lost - I was very sad. 

And today, Sunday, I put on my last clean orange shirt and made my way back to Finnerty’s to watch the game. They massacred the Mets, 8-0. It almost made up for last night’s loss. 

Next to me were sitting two Mets fans. I believe my first question to them was you couldn’t find a Mets bar to watch the game in? and they said they just wanted to watch the game somewhere where people would care about what was going on because there really are no “Mets bars” in the city. I kept telling them in the bottom of the 9th, “There’s still a chance that they can really even this thing up!” And despite my giving them a hard time, the one sitting closest to me asked for my number (and I MISTAKENLY gave him my mother’s number - it’s one digit different. OMG I was mortified. He’s laughed it off and we’re getting a drink later this week. Keeper?). 

One last game tomorrow. Go Giants!

The final moments of the the final performance of American Idiot on Broadway.

I was playing Whatshername on my guitar for the first time in forever tonight. It brought back some good memories. 

I had a helluva day at work yesterday. After kicking ass for almost three weeks straight, some shit hit the fan. All at the same time. (That said: I’m trying not to think about it endlessly and kill myself over it.)

After a bad day do you know what’s not a good idea? Going on a date. With alcohol. And no food. But you know what I did?

I went on a date. After a bad day. Had two drinks. Without food.

Yeah, it was spectacular. After he announced that his 34 year old self really wanted kids. I should’ve just left it there but I didn’t. I ended up yelling at him. 

Obviously I’m not seeing him again (nor would I want to), but I did send him a message this morning apologizing for being so… feisty (?) on my his first date in 3 years.

Let’s review the math: Date + drinks + bad day = A bad combination.

Lesson learned.