This started with rearranging my furniture because I bought some house plants and took down pictures of people I didn’t wanna hold space for anymore. Everything felt lighter. Removing stagnant energy is the ultimate.
This here ‘stack (stop trying to make ‘stack happen!) was named real grown.
Today, I’m excited to introduce Party Dip. I’ll continue to bring the same types of posts you love but with sexier streamlining and cuter design.
Welcome to the REWORK, sweaties!
Here are the clubhouse rules, inspired by Book Club Radio’s dance floor manifesto:
PARTY DIP CLUBHOUSE RULES
REALNESS OVER EVERYTHING.
Stay young at heart but wise in spirit.
BIPOC to the front. (k, I got that from MOOD RING’s dance floor ;)
Dare to press play; open your ears, expand your perspective of the world.
Create community - there’s a year’s worth of posts to comment on. I wanna hear from ya!
I aim to bring you a platter of entertainment and music items, plus personal stories, as I continue to grow out of my previous after-hours lifestyle. Read every post for FREE.
If you’re new, here are a few posts to start with:
Routines, Girl Dinner, Club Music
routine I’ve been thinking I’ve never been this regimented in my whole life. I wake up and go to bed at the same time. I more or less eat the same things, drink the same amount of water. It’s monotonous, the day in, day out feeling, but parts of me appreciate the predictability of it all. The free time allows room for al…
Dance Floors and the In-Between
Lately I’m re-obsessed with dance mixes. Looping sounds that sustain, and build, and build, and make me move the energy around within my body. I long for the feeling of being lost in fog on a pulsing dance floor, sweating near people. Where can I go to get lost? Escape?
Moving On
Last week, in a now deleted post, I wrote about moving out of the apartment I’ve lived in for five years and how emotional it is to leave the neighborhood. After I got denied on an apartment (which was starting to feel like the wrong choice for me), my plans quickly evolved from “I’ll store everything for June, and go to my mom’s in Massachusetts,” to “…
Chinatown, NYC
I’ve lived in NYC since fall 2011. Approximately half of that time has been spent in the Lower East Side and Chinatown. My wallet was feelin’ real light then, but luckily I was going where the skaters went, and they know how to throw and find an event on a dime. Early memories of Chinatown include: