good morning from my gorgeous little home!
it’s spring and it’s going to be 81 degrees and let me tell you— the spring is HORNY! flowers are blossoming, the lattes are iced and lavender, we are running into neighbors and lovers and enemies on the streets yet again, and my hair is blowing in the wind as i ride my bike and rip my pant leg in the chain.
tomorrow 8:30 at brooklyn comedy collective
tyler’s tea party w/ brooke finegold :)
comedians perform with openers who have never done stand up before!!
spring is my favorite season, but it feels very different this time around. since living in la for the last 5 years and growing up in the bay, i hadn’t really had a full take on seasons yet. but i like seasons! i like changing, i like hybernating for the winter and locking myself in a craft frenzy and emerging in the spring.
with spring though of course comes FOMO, roof top parties I wasn’t invited to or even worse, was of course welcome to attend but just didn’t hear about until the instagram stories were already posted. now it’s not easy to stay in bed depressed, the sun is begging us to wake up and the guilt of ignoring her makes the sadness even worse. but i am trying to lead with hope. i am starting new projects, making new friends and sexy connections and trying to take care of my sweet brain, ♡ and body. i implore you to all do the same!
i’m ramping up to go to europe this summer, i’ll be spending july travelling and doing the town cryer in a few cities TBA then taking my show to edinburgh fringe!!! so if you are going let’s absolutely connect and come see my show! again, more details to come very soon.
i am very much looking forward to having some sort of eat, pray love moment and seeing some of my glamorous international friends. it feels cool to be a person who has friends in london and paris, i don’t quite know how i became that girl but it feels pretty epic! i am ready to take off the apron, toss the Toast on the charger and leave behind my diner girl lifestyle for a couple months. i am sick of my shoes being covered in ketchup and my fingers being sticky with honey and maple syrup. i feel like i am starting to glitch like a stepford wife when i have to ask someone ordering a burger: “how would you like that cooked?” “fries or salad"?” “wanna add cheese or bacon?”
i feel like i am starting to glitch like a stepford wife when i have to ask someone ordering a burger: “how would you like that cooked?” “fries or salad"?” “wanna add cheese or bacon?”
i have been saving all my cash tips since starting last summer at the restaurant i work at and now they’re all stuffed in a manilla envelope i was using for a collage so it says “sex” on it. i’m having a hard time depositing cash for some reason, i have never really had to do it and i feel like a criminal trying to discreetly carry thousands of dollars around in my baggu crescent bag, praying it doesn’t open while i am biking to the closest chase bank.
here are some poemmes to tide you over until the next time, please come see me and tyler’s show tomorrow it’ll be a big slay! also mark your calendars the next town cryer is friday may 5 @ purgatory!!! xoxoox
Checkov’s SSRI’s
i’m turning 25 this week and my identity is getting stolen
my mom told me on the phone
someone might take a loan out in my name
and i’d have to pay it
can you believe that can happen to anyone
let alone a girl like me?
i’m dating a guy who knows about
cables and files and wires
he thinks my desktop is a mess
and he’s right
the girl at baby cobra yoga
with the two braided rat tails
recognizes me from the chappell roan concert
i wonder if she noticed my underwear line in class
i forgot to take my lexapro
so i sobbed in bed for 30 minutes
before realizing the pills were in my bag the whole time
that’s a metaphor for something
but i’m too depressed to figure it out
Finding My Beach All dogs go to heaven All moms should go to therapy A hot crunch wrap on your back Can feel like hot rocks at a spa If you close your eyes And listen to the frogs I recited my poem from memory to a girl Safe to say she let me hit it I bring a certain slumber party energy To a hook up That masc girls really don’t fuck with Head in the Clouds quick i have to write a sapphic poem while i’m still high on the train listening to a band called jockstrap hooked on the thought of you fucking me in the bathroom cumming on your suede strapped thigh Delaying your gratification Until you’re jogging and I’m Running through your mind how far will i go? will i change cherry blossom? rise through the snow daffodil? Will we get to go dancing? a speechless tango and when i close my eyes i smell and taste mango i’ve fallen in love with being listened to i’m cutting off the cords to the air balloon walking flat footed on dirt earth between my toes like esperanza rising and twisting trying to be something that grows on a vine
Birds of a Feather i had a 24 hour date like that episode of crashing with pete holmes i’ve never been to the comedy cellar and i’m not sure if i care to every time i sleep with a woman i’m reminded how soft things can be again i speak with fluency instead of translating in my mind we hook arms of purple ruffles and canary feathers she lets me wear the pants and a skirt she tells me to add something before i leave coco chanel was a nazi anyway
love finds a way i know it took long enough but i scissored in the young ethel’s bathroom the walls adorned in graffiti said "some men are cucks" with a drawing of jesus on the cross with a huge cock she was blue and my hair turned green in the mirror where we saw a reflection of our fantasy the men’s was unoccupied when we walked out no one was waiting with a tapping shoe, crossed arms, or pointed fingers we disappeared into a curtain of giggles
ok that’s all for this week! i looooove you guys soso much and thank you as always for reading! i hope we are going to enjoy this hot sweaty sticky day in new york city or wherever you are i hope it’s sizzling! make a spring playlist that feels like hope, sleep with the windows open, make yourself a decadent meal and wear a pop of color! you deserve it.
until the next time,
the town cryer aka
brooke : )