A-List, I am Not
It has recently occurred to me that I am not on the A-list. In fact, I am not even on Kathy Griffin's D-list. I am not on any list period.
For a long time I spent my life being a +1 - My friends used to get all the invites and I was their escort. But lately, I am not even a +1.
Here I am in NYC, center of the world, and I haven't been to a party in months.
I know I really shouldn't complain (but I will anyways). I mean I have been extremely lucky over the years. I've gone to record release parties, launch parties, Broadway opening nights, Museum/Gallery openings, sat front row at a few concerts and had many a night of celebrity watching. My friend Rey recently lamented about having to attend these functions, I would trade places with him any day!
Last week was Fashion Week in NYC - the one frontier that I have yet to conquer. Seriously, who do I have to know to get a ticket for a fashion show at the Tents in Byrant Park. I didn't even get my usual invites to designers (who no ones ever heard of) showing outside the tents or any after parties this year, either.
This all has me worried. I know that my career change (conservative + financial services = death!) has affected my status in the scene. Not that I was ever a big player – re-read above. But, why bother living in the biggest (not to mention most expensive) city in the world, if I am not going to party like a rock star. I might as well settle down and move to the burbs.
Can you picture me living in the suburbs, with a mini van and 2.5 children. Me either! So some thing has got to give!
For a long time I spent my life being a +1 - My friends used to get all the invites and I was their escort. But lately, I am not even a +1.
Here I am in NYC, center of the world, and I haven't been to a party in months.
I know I really shouldn't complain (but I will anyways). I mean I have been extremely lucky over the years. I've gone to record release parties, launch parties, Broadway opening nights, Museum/Gallery openings, sat front row at a few concerts and had many a night of celebrity watching. My friend Rey recently lamented about having to attend these functions, I would trade places with him any day!
Last week was Fashion Week in NYC - the one frontier that I have yet to conquer. Seriously, who do I have to know to get a ticket for a fashion show at the Tents in Byrant Park. I didn't even get my usual invites to designers (who no ones ever heard of) showing outside the tents or any after parties this year, either.
This all has me worried. I know that my career change (conservative + financial services = death!) has affected my status in the scene. Not that I was ever a big player – re-read above. But, why bother living in the biggest (not to mention most expensive) city in the world, if I am not going to party like a rock star. I might as well settle down and move to the burbs.
Can you picture me living in the suburbs, with a mini van and 2.5 children. Me either! So some thing has got to give!
posted by Pablo Perez at 12:52 PM
3 Comments:
If it helps any, I wasn't invited to any fashion week parties...
And if you want to see a show this coming weekend at Lit, let me know... one of my bands are playing early (9pm-ish) and I think you'd dig. Not pop in a Mikaila way... more pop in a Simon & Garfunkel meets the Pogues kinda way (that's not really pop, is it?).
And Pable, you're A List in MY book... ;-)
The only Fashion Week show I would have wanted to attend was the one that had Nick at it from project runway.
BUT I DIGRESS!!!
Oh Pablo!
Let me tell you, suburbia is awful. I am practically living there now!
I met a LI J-boy who is vaguely reminiscent of a LARGE Elvis Costello and all I do is eat, smoke the wacky weed, and drink to oblivion on the couch in his Deer Park basement apartment.
Far from a change in usual behavior, but location is everything!
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