"Girlie so groovy I want you to know"

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That's how I'm feeling at this precise moment in time. I just got home from the Pixies show at the Hammerstein and it totally made all my senses erupt. I'm so effing happy. I'm speechless (hey there's a first for everything). As a music journalist, it's probably career suicide for me to admit that I only really started listening to The Pixies about three months ago. Seriously, is that so bad? I know I'm 22 but I'm still discovering new music everyday, including lots of old vintage classics, such as The Pixies. I'm still be musically educated.

After spending much of my day cleaning the apartment, putting up fairy lights and scratching my arse in that lazy kinda Sunday way, I finally got out of the apartment and decided to go for a walk in an attempt to burn off the slice of pizza I demolished at 5am after dancing all night at Miss Shapes. When I came out, I was so hungry after not eating all day so I wouldn't look bloated in my barely there skimpy top, my hands were shaking so I fell into the nearest place selling food and devoured whatever was put before me. Of course I woke up this afternoon feeling guilty as fuck, no surprise there then. But my guilt soon dissolved when I heard on TV that every 20 NY street blocks equals one mile, which is great news for me because I calculated that on average I walk about two miles per day. Not bad, not bad at all.

I plugged my iPod in, listened to The Pixies and (power) walked down to the Hammerstein just to see what the crowds were like. I didn't even plan to buy a ticket when a tout approached me. I asked him how much and he wanted $60. I look in my purse and all I had was $39, I told him to take it or leave it. He took it, but what a bargain, because I looked at the ticket and it was actually selling for $42, so I got in for a few bucks cheaper! I know you're thinking, so what, a couple of bucks - wow! But when you think about it, I'm actually really effing lucky to have got a ticket at all considering all nine dates sold out within minutes of going on sale. So na-na na-na naaaaa! :op

The show was fantastic, the band sounded amazing. I love how the members all look so old yet rock it like they're a bunch of 20-somethings. I think I must've been the youngest person there by the looks of it, it was funny to watch a bunch of crusties 'get down' and completely fa-reeeek out at the opening chords of Debaser. Half way through the show I saw my best friend, my creative soul mate from college, Alex. She was there with her hubby-to-be, but they were leaving because they were beat from partying the night before, but before she left she kindly handed me her pass, which allowed me to go upstairs and sit down with an actual view of the band, as opposed to standing on my tip toes at the back of the auditorium for a whole hour, thanks to being a short arse at 5foot nothing. The pass also gained me access to the after show but I didn't really want to stick around by myself, I would've looked like a right nonce, plus I couldn't even buy a drink because I'd literally spent my very last dollar on buying the ticket to the show, so I left with a massive grin plastered across my face. I meandered through the streets the long way home with the icy wind blowing against my cheeks but it didn't matter, because I had that warm fuzzy feeling of absolute joy running through my body.