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I had planned on recapping my experience at the Taylor Swift/ Red Tour show I attended last night today, but there is a more pressing issue to address, one that doesn’t reflect my privileged, white girl butt 100%.

Who knew while there was so much beauty in the sky at the Taylor Swift concert last night that there was also so much sorrow in the air?

Who knew while there was so much beauty in the sky at the Taylor Swift concert last night that there was also so much sorrow in the air?

Late last night, and early this morning, I was silenced by social media. There’s so much sadness in my newsfeed for both the deaths of Cory Monteith and Trayvon Martin. I think it’s interesting that there are seemingly equal posts of sorrow for two young men of very different backgrounds. It’s an interesting perspective to look at about our society’s emotional involvement in news and different issues as portrayed by the media.

 

Be silent today. Say nothing you’ll regret in the future. Don’t act in anger, but act in peace and remembrance of not only Trayvon and Cory, but in peace and remembrance of all those whose lives have been lost way too soon, regardless of how they were lost or what you feel.

 

Remember that no matter what circumstances led to death, or how you feel about the circumstances, lives were lost way too soon, and families, friends, and loved ones are grieving for the injustice of losing someone they love before they were ready to say goodbye…if there’s ever a time where someone is ready to say goodbye.

 

My thoughts are with the families and loved ones of Cory and Trayvon today, and all others whose lives have been lost way too soon.

 

We are never ever getting back together.

I have an undeniable crush on Taylor Swift. I used to just have a crush on her music, but after seeing her in concert last summer, I started crushing on her. (I think it’s the one and only celebrity crush my brother & I have shared.)


Last summer I was THIS CLOSE to Taylor. It was the cheesiest, most amazing concert ever.

Taylor Swift had a special announcement the other night, but I was at a bar and didn’t hear it live. Imagine my excitement to learn that not only had she dropped a new song, but that she has a new album coming out on October 22nd AND IT’S NAMED AFTER ME! (It’s called “Red.”)

I immediately googled the song, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” listened to it, and was blown away by how terrible, pop-y, and high school-ish it was.

Then I listened to it again tonight when it came on the radio, and, like “Call Me Maybe,” it infected my ears and I fell in love with it.

I have such a weird relationship with T-Swizzle.


At least her concert made my dog have 15 seconds of fame. Yes, he is a wizard.

The lyrics to her new song go:

I remember when we broke up the first time
Seeing this is it, I’ve had enough, ’cause like
We haven’t seen each other in a month
When you, said you, needed space, what?
Then you come around again and say
Baby, I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change
Trust me, remember how that lasted for a day
I say, I hate you, we break up, you call me, I love you

Oooh we called it off again last night
But Oooh, this time I’m telling you, I’m telling you
We are never ever ever ever getting back together
We are never ever ever ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends talk
And my friends talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

Like ever…

I’m really gonna miss you picking fights
And me, falling for a screaming that I’m right
And you, will hide away and find your piece of mine with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine

Oooh you called me up again tonight
But Oooh, this time I’m telling you, I’m telling you
We are never ever ever ever getting back together
We are never ever ever ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends talk
And my friends talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

I used to think, that we, were forever ever ever
And I used to say never say never
Huh, he calls me up and he’s like, I still love you
And i’m like, i’m just, I mean this is exhausting, you know
We are never getting back together, like ever

We are never ever ever ever getting back together
We are never ever ever ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends talk
And my friends talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

We, oooh, oooh, not back together, we
Oh, getting back together

You go talk to your friends talk
And my friends talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

It’s funny because, after listening to it again a few times, I fell in love with the song because of how annoyingly catchy it is… and it’s totally going to turn into a lesbian anthem. I’M CALLING IT NOW. Lesbians break up and get back together countless times for reasons nobody really knows. The lyrics are repetitive, annoying, text-speak, and slightly immature, but I still love it because of how much fun I’m going to have singing this in the shower. Plus, ya know, we’ve all been in That Relationship. Taylor Swift really manages to write songs for every relationship possible.

Plus, you know, I bet there’ll be a really cheesy music video to it.

I can’t wait until her “Red” tour. I’m making Poefy go with me.

Who are you never ever getting back together with?

For me, I think it currently has to be glitter eyeshadow. I’m allergic to it, and my eyelids are currently swollen because I wore some today. I look like a muppet.

Road trippin’

On Saturday morning, after a night of babysitting 5 year old and 7 year old self-declared princesses for 8 hours, I got up bright and early to set out on what I was sure to be a treck to the wedding of My Pleonastic Life and Folk Sneakernet in Massachusetts. I had never been to Massachusetts before, and I was a bit paranoid about the trip. (Mapquest told me it would only take 3.5 hours; I was convinced there would be traffic, unforeseen chaos, and that we would arrive in 5 hours.) My poefy (poetry wifey) Dina (@L_w0rd) joined me as my wedding date, and I was super excited to be roadtripping with her. I felt we were obviously destined to be the lesbian Thelma and Louise.

I made a few mix cd’s for our trip. First up we had what I dubbed “Roadtrip CD.” This cd, for lack of better words, was extremely emotional and girly. It had everything from Fleetwood Mac to Billy Joel to The Go-Go’s. It was full of female power ballads, and a lot of fun. I also made a “Singalong CD” which was, well, full of classic singalong songs. It had everything from Whitney to Grease to Taylor Swift. This was perhaps the whitest cd I’ve ever created. We also listened to Taylor Swift, Melissa Etheridge’s greatest hits, and sad, depressing lesbian-themed music Dina had once burnt on a CD for me. We were super gay.

Roadtrip CD

Singalong CD

We made excellent time during the drive to Massachusetts. We gossiped like there was no tomorrow, stopped for Dunkin Donuts, and then gossiped some more. When we crossed the Massachusetts border, we screamed like crazy, pulled to the side of the road, and took the obligatory tourist photo of the “Welcome to Massachusetts” sign. We called our respective concerned individuals to let them know we had arrived, and kept driving. (Rumor had it there wouldn’t be cell phone reception in the town we were going to for the wedding rehearsal.)

We literally stopped traffic to take this photo.

We turned into Stockbridge, Massachusetts, watched our cellphone signals die, cried momentarily, and then stared in amazement at the quaint town before us. It reminded both of us of Stars Hallow IMMEDIATELY (Google it, you non-Gilmore Girls junkies), and we excitedly jumped out to explore the town. We oohed and ahhed at all of the small stores, window shopped, and made plans to come back again one day. We went into the The Lion’s Den, which was waaaaay beyond our expectations. I mean seriously, no place in Jersey has waiting areas like this:

The wait was too long (and fancy) so we went downstairs to the pub area…which was rustic, cute, and came with “Trivial Pursuit Baby Boomers Edition.”

We ordered some alcohol because we needed it, and then ordered some lunch because we were famished. We enjoyed a leisurely lunch and a few rounds before realizing we were late for the rehearsal. Oops. (That’s what happens when you don’t have cellphone service.)

Lunch.

We ran to the Stockbridge Library (our destination), where we found the only other black person in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. (Seriously.)

Dina and…well, I forget what her name was. It started with a D.

The rest of the bridal party arrived, and we tore the library apart. Heavy labor ensued, and we took away tables and chairs, put up new chairs for wedding guests, and built a chuppah. (In skirts and heels I might add.)

Our chuppah creation. Thanks for the pic, Jamie!

A rehearsal followed, where Dina moseyed on over to the general store and got her first ever bee sting in the process. (Note: It is not good for a person who has never been stung by a bee before to be stranded walking in town by herself with no cell phone reception and to only have experienced bee stings through the death of Thomas J in “My Girl.”) After the rehearsal dinner, we sped out of town into Great Barrington where we were staying AND WE HAD CELL PHONE RECEPTION. We stocked up on basics like raisinettes, snocaps, party mix, and salt & limes to go with our tequila. (Which, btw, Dina had basically never had before…yay!) Since the bride-to-be was sharing a room with Dina & I the night before her wedding, we decided the night should be equivalent to the bachelor party the boys (and 2 girls) were having a town over. We gossiped, shared scandalous stories, drank, ate junk food, and drank some more.

I was going to insert more scandalous photos, but we have job searches to worry about.

The wedding was fantabulous, but I’m not going to talk about it now because it gets a post of its own. (I specifically asked Mike & Taylor if I could exploit their lives and nuptials on my site; they said yes.)

After the reception, Dina & I stripped in the car and changed into roadtrip-appropriate gear. We then did one of the most AMAZING THINGS EVER— we pumped our own gas! (We’re from Jersey, mind you.) We specifically went to a gas station because it had a “Free Coffee Day” sign out front, and while Dina went inside to figure out why there was free coffee, I was left trying to figure out how to work a gas pump. I couldn’t figure it out, and even resorted to calling my dad to ask for help. Dina came back out and told me that a) there was indeed free coffee because it was the first of the month and b) I had to pay ahead of time if I wanted to pay in cash. I got my free coffee, spilled some on myself, and gave the guy a twenty. Then, the following sequence of photos ensued:

Look! I can pump my own gas!

Wait, what am I doing wrong? I’m from Jersey. I don’t do this.

Get a picture of me doing this!

I PUMPED MY OWN GAS BITCHESSSSS!!!!!!

We drove for a bit before stopping for food, and we ate pizza and jalapeño poppers at a roadside pizza place. We watched a hippie van drive by covered in peace signs and tie dye paint, and Dina almost beat up a Cont in the bathroom. (He was a baseball played being a cunt to her for being in the bathroom when he had to go, and when she got out, the name on his jersey was “Cont.” Ha.) The ride back to Jersey was tiresome, and it took way longer than our ride up, but we finally got back. Fireworks literally erupted around us at one point while we were on the Parkway. It was magical…just like my trip with Dina.

I had a fantabulous time roadtripping with my poefy. It definitely brought us closer (insert sappy moment here) and I couldn’t have picked a better person to be my date for the wedding. I’m so glad Dina and I were able to be a lesbian Thelma & Louise! <3