Too Poor to Party

This was supposed to be my first post, but it didn't quite make it in time... so, just imagine it being the intro to the general feeling of my blog, so far.

August 7, 2009

Welcome to Minneapolis - bright, shining, indie culture-cradle of the Midwest. Think of it as the Seattle of the north woods. Every establishment here (or at least in "Uptown," where I work) is desperately trying to evoke the L.A. 'scene,' even if they won't admit it. Which they won't. [just a note; desperation isn't sexy.] And I'm too poor to party at the shows and concerts with all of the hip kids. Actually, to be honest, I'm too poor to afford food, right now. Tonight marks the first full week that I have spent here (in Minneapolis) after driving to Minnesota from Seattle in 2 days, moving into a new apartment with my fiance, Chris, finding a job, interviewing for another, and getting an offer to 2nd shoot for a photographer. All of this, and I am depressed. I feel like a nobody. I feel like the only way to get in on this "collectively-nonconformist" art 'scene' is to maintain an eating disorder, a 'look,' and a drug habit that I cannot afford. I am grateful that I live in the Midway area which is gritty, mildly ghetto, and decidedly 'un-cool.' The benefit is that the place, and the people here are REAL. It is my refuge from feeling like just another conformist white girl in the eyes of the tattooed, vegan heroin users that patronize the place where I work. I guess while other people are off being "scene," I can just appreciate the times that Chris and I have together, sitting on the couch at home on a Friday night, watching shitty network television and eating "easy-mac" in our underwear.