Nothing starts a day off right like a good trip to a thrift store. In Jersey, there is this wonderful store called Unique where Rebecca lives that is a mecca for bargain hunting. I nabbed a rain jacket, a maroon old man sweater vest, and some books for about $12. WHAT a steal. Then the real adventure came when we went into Manhattan to conquer and see the odd rocker Marina and the Diamonds. Our intent had been to go to the Guggenheim Museum with the free passes we had picked up the night before from the library. Of course, we chose to try to go on a Thursday, the only day the museum is closed on a weekly basis. Instead, we ended up wondering around Chelsea, first by ducking into an incredible and new-to-us thrift store on 14th Street. This is something like what we found there:
As wonderful as we look in those clothes, they were each about $25. RB decided at that price, these were our dreams deferred. Tragedy of epic proportions. In our bewildred state, we meandered around the city until landing for the evening in Webster Hall to see the glorious indie diva Marina and the Diamonds. To get a taste of how wonderful and dramatic this experience was, watch this music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cr-SqRWImmI
Basically, Marina gets me. And, after a successful day of shopping and finding dreams realized, I got a wonderful feeling running through Manhattan to catch a train after seeing my first New York concert, an adrenaline rush that few people other than myself would understand. It's something like a sense of belonging.
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