Due to my lack of outfit posts throughout these past few weeks (my apologises), I have decided to make a post to let you guys know I'm alive and still blogging-ready! The only problem I have is outfit block. I feel like every outfit I create is nothing special and since I won't let anything on my blog that isn't at it's highest, viola! There has been nothing. My brain is drained and empty. Holiday season really kills if you ask me. Thinking..about presents..for other people…hello?! That does not sound like fun. But I have to admit that actually purchasing them and seeing the joy they bring to friends and family really pays off. Not in the money sense but in all that emotional bullshit and what not. New York gets crazy cold around this time of year which really sucks. Sure, I love chilly days where I can snuggle up alone in my bed and watch Sex and The City. However, this calls for my least favorite thing, snow. Snow is the worst unless it's Christmas or you have no where to be. Last Saturday, I was meant to be in the city to meet up with fellow blogging friends but alas, the snow hates me and wants me to have no friends. I was not able to make it because it was really dangerous out and I was not in the mood to risk my life that day. Now Tuesday, I was totally in the mood to risk my life. Me, my friend Nicole and both my parents to be exact. I'd been planning on attending The 1975 concert at Webster Hall on December 17th. Of course, me thinking I was aloud to have a life, it just had to snow. And I'm not talking a simple, white, fluffy overlay of pretty-ness. I'm talking ice-y, salty, hard snow, scary roads and other blizzard like features. My parents, being the coolest people ever still attempted to take me into the city. We were sliding all over the place and at one point we went backwards down a hill because my car couldn't make it up. All in all, I finally arrived at the concert and met my two good friends Devi and Annie. Devi is a fellow New Yorker and Annie was visiting with her friend Tori from Texas. It was such a cool experience to see the girls I've been talking to for the last year through Tumblr and texting! We danced our asses off at the concert and had the most amazing time, despite some annoying, elbows hitting us in the face-dancing type. I discovered The 1975 through friends and Youtube. Fell in love immediately. It's the right amount of meaningful lyrics but also with a touch of "I want to jam in my car and dance to this" kind of sound. I can't even tell you my favorite song because the whole album is brilliant. Matty, the singer, was such a good performer and just really got the crowd going. The whole band is amazingly talented. Towards the end of the concert we talked about trying to meet them. Matty came out to the top of the venue and was taking pictures with fans and etc. I was two feet from him listening to his perfect accent saying nice things to fans such as thanks for coming out, love you too, blah blah. But as soon as he was about to come to us, my parents were calling me worrying about where I was and why I still wasn't out of the concert even though it ended 20 minutes ago. So I had to race down the stairs with my friend and get to my parents before they had a heart attack. I didn't get to say goodbye to my friends and worst of all, I never got to meet Matty. What a Cinderella moment, let me tell you. Although it was an amazing time, hanging out with my friends and dancing until midnight, it would have been cool as fuck to meet Matty. Better luck next time!
Here's some pictures I took from the concert...
From Left to right- Annie, Myself and Devi
Thanks for reading guys!
Miranda xx
