Yesterday I headed out to NYC to spend an afternoon gallivanting around the city with my friend Alison before we headed to a comedy show on Broadway in the evening. One of our stops, at my insistence, was Sprinkles Cupcakes on Lexington and 60th- and, specifically- their cupcake ATM, which is exactly what it sounds like. You simply select one or more of the available flavors (which change daily,) of cupcake you want, slide your debit/credit card, and in less than sixty seconds and at $4.25 per cupcake- you have a rich, decadent dessert in a convenient little box in your hands. This is the future, everyone.
Alison indulged in a s’mores cupcake, and I carefully selected a chocolate-peanut-butter one- and while it was a little messy- it might also have been one of the best cupcakes I’ve ever eaten. It was delicious (and filling!) and it took a lot of willpower not to hurry back and try some of the other flavors. I’ll definitely be making another stop at the ATM the next time I’m in New York- and I highly recommend it for any dessert aficionado in the area, or visiting, who is looking for a quick, convenient, and most importantly- tasty– sugar fix.
The comedy show Alison and I went to was headlined by Nerdist’s Chris Hardwick at Carolines on Broadway. We had seen Chris perform there a little more than a year ago, and he had been fantastic. Last night, he did it again. Chris slayed with his new material and was kind enough to pose for a silly photo between his sets in Carolines’ “Avatar” style lighting that turned everyone and everything in the vicinity a bright shade of blue.
I’m sure I’ve said it before, but I will say it again without hesitation- Chris is one of the nicest and hardest working guys around, and if you haven’t checked out any of his MULTIPLE endeavors with Nerdist or his television shows (@Midnight is entirely too fun to watch,) then you’re really missing out.
Overall, it was a wonderful day, made even more so because I got to catch up with Alison for the first time in months. I’ll be back in the city within the next couple of weeks for some other day-trips/weekend stuff I’ve been planning since the Winter- and to get another cupcake from Sprinkles, of course!
I haven’t been to the Statue of Liberty since the Summer of 2002 when I spent a weekend in NYC with my parents when I was 16. My dad, ever an avid sight-seer and a bit of a stickler when it came to scheduling, had us up at the crack of dawn and on a ferry to Liberty Island before I’d even had a chance to wake up properly. Regardless, it’s a good memory, even if the photos of me posing at the base of the monument at the time- awkwardly throwing up a peace sign like John Lennon and squinting in the sun under a horrible D.I.Y. bob cut- are more than a little embarrassing to look back on.
Yesterday morning I had the impulse to take a day trip to NYC to re-visit Lady Liberty (and take a more updated photo- WITH sunglasses and no peace signs this time,) and I couldn’t have picked a better day. It was clear, sunny, and warm-by-this-winter’s-standards. From the island, I had a breathtaking, unobstructed view of the Manhattan skyline- including One World Trade- which of course wasn’t there the last time I’d been. I spent an hour or so just walking around the island, enjoying the weather, and snapping away with my camera.
The Statue of Liberty wasn’t the only destination I had planned for my afternoon, however. After docking back at Battery Park, I walked to SoHo to check out the BITE Beauty Lip Lab at 174 Prince Street to see if I could concoct my very own Springtime lip color. The Lip Lab had come highly recommended via friends and beauty blogs, and as I came closer and closer to the shop’s doorway, I was already dreaming up a bright, fun hue that would stand out from my standard lip color collection.
Of course, with it being a Saturday afternoon, the place was a little booked up- and I put my name and number on a waiting list in the hopes of having a consultation before I headed back home later on that evening. It was my lucky day, though. No sooner had I started to aimlessly roam SoHo when the Lip Lab called me to come back after a few of the people ahead of me on the waiting list failed to show/call for their appointments.
I knew I wanted a bold purple, and preferably something with a matte finish, and the staff- who were so friendly, fun, knowledgeable, and willing to experiment with and build upon my idea- whipped up a color I fell in love with after only a couple of tries (the fact that I was able to apply the trial colors to see how they looked on my actual lips as opposed to the back of my hand or something was a definite perk in the overall experience.) From there, I was allowed to pick a scent for my lipstick (this is optional,) and after much deliberation- I chose a citrus fragrance and watched as my lipstick was mixed, blended, cooled, and eventually tubed and packaged!
The Lip Lab experience cost me just under $40, which is roughly the same price as some designer brand lipsticks. To me, this is infinitely better since it’s 100% personalized. The lipstick formulas are long-lasting, non-drying, and packed with essential oils and moisturizers that are actually good for your lips- and should I run out (which I most definitely will with how often I plan on wearing my color,) the Lip Lab has my formula on file so I can re-order the same shade in the future.
If you’re in SoHo and looking for your own custom lip color, then I definitely suggest checking out Lip Lab (but call ahead to make an appointment- just in case!) I had a blast and I cannot say enough good things about the staff and my finished product. I will absolutely visit again the next time I’m in the area.
All in all, it was a lovely day in the city. I’m already planning on heading back soon.
Happy New Year, everyone! I’ve arrived home from a wonderful night (and day) in New York City and I’m only a little tired. Just a little. I hope everyone had an incredible time counting down the seconds to 2014 wherever you were last night. For the second year in a row, I welcomed a new year within the McKittrick Hotel with good friends and very fun strangers- dancing, singing, checking out some live jazz acts and lounge singers, wandering the hotel, and drinking champagne well after midnight and into the early, early hours of the morning until my feet were sore and my eyes were starting to droop.
I didn’t want to carry around my purse and my camera all night, since it can get pretty heavy after a while, so the photos of the party I’ve posted above were taken at random intervals during the night with my phone. Sorry if they’re a little blurry- everyone was moving around so fast- including me!
Via ModCloth.com
This year’s party theme was “The King’s Winter Masquerade,” and required black & white attire- as well as a mask. For my dress, I turned to trusty ModCloth. I found, and fell in love with, the black dress shown above, which had a comfortable, flattering cut, white lace trim along the bottom hem, and strategically placed cut-outs that showed just the right amount of skin to be flirtatious without going overboard. I paired the dress with black thermal tights since it was pretty cold out last night, and black & white Oxford-styled pumps by Poetic License. The shoes gave me a little bit of height without hindering my ability to dance for hours, and held up well when I went searching for a cab after I’d left the party.
The mask came from Pier 1 Imports, and was the piece that pulled my whole ensemble together. It was beautiful, elaborate, fancy- and I received a ton of compliments on it throughout the night. It didn’t fall off or fall apart- and I look forward to using it for a future Halloween party (or any occasion that pops up.) It’s gorgeous.
Just to give you all an idea of how massive the windows in the room were! My knees made an appearance.
When it came time to rest and recharge after the festivities, I retreated to my room at the ink48 Hotel, which is hands down one of the nicest hotels I’ve ever stayed at while in NYC. My friends and I were given a corner room on the top floor which provided two breathtaking views from the floor-to-ceiling windows. On one side, we had a brilliant view of The Empire State Building and Times Square (perfect for New Years Eve!) and the other was a crystal clear overlook of the docks down by the Hudson River. See that aircraft carrier in the last photo? That’s the Intrepid- where Sean and I participated in “The Walking Dead: Escape” last October! I hadn’t realized it was right there until this morning when I was looking outside and spotted it in the sunlight.
The hotel’s toiletries were also provided by C.O. Bigelow Apothecaries, which was a huge hit for me- and the staff were so unbelievably friendly and helpful (they broughtme a bottle of contact lens solution directly to the room at 4 a.m. when I’d realized I forgot to pack some in my bag and asked the front desk where the closest drug store was so I could go purchase one!) If you’re looking for a great place to stay while in NYC- this is it. Definitely my new favorite.
Before we headed back to Boston, we grabbed breakfast at Market Diner down the block from the hotel on 11th Ave, which was probably the best meal to start a new year with. The food was delicious (as always, I stuffed my face with a Greek omelette), filling, and reasonably priced- which was a lot better than the meal we’d had at Ristorante Amarone on 9th Ave last night before heading over to the McKittrick. That’s not to say the food wasn’t good- it was okay– but it wasn’t anything extraordinary- and it was kind if overpriced for the quality. Oh well.
Overall, last night was the perfect, fun way to bid adieu to 2013, and today was a beautiful, relaxing day to usher in 2014. I had such a lovely time.
As an avid fan of all things “The Walking Dead,” it was a pleasure and a privilege to be able to head out to NYC this weekend to participate in last night’s official “Walking Dead Escape” run & obstacle course at the Intrepid Sea, Air, and Space Museum. I had a bloody (emphasis on bloody) good time performing as a walker- which come to find out- is a lot more difficult than you’d imagine. After a pretty intense and sticky makeup and gore application- myself, as well as a group of other walker participants- received training on how to walk/limp/crawl and growl/snarl/groan like the walkers on the show before being placed in different areas around the course.
We were told that in order for the experience to be as authentic as possible, we couldn’t break character. Naturally, walkers don’t know how to use cameras or cell phones- so I don’t have too many pictures from the course itself apart from the ones I took before I went in for hair & makeup of a group that were doing the run before I started, and afterwards when my shift was over. I’m sure there will be plenty of pictures and YouTube videos up soon, though. A lot of the runners (“survivors”) I saw were snapping and recording away with their cameras while they ran for their lives to the finish line.
I was stationed up on the flight deck of the Intrepid by a bunch of military helicopters and planes, in between other walker participants and volunteers dressed up as soldiers and Special Ops with an incredible view of the Manhattan skyline. As people ran through my area in groups or clusters, I would stumble towards them, reach for them, bump into things, bump into other people, and occasionally grab anyone that got too close until they broke away and bolted. I have to say, it was quite a thrill scaring people. The amount of grown men I heard screaming like little girls when they would come around a corner and I’d be standing there, or hiding next to or inside strategically placed MEDICAL SUPPLIES or FOOD RATIONS boxes was so unbelievably funny.
The only semi-bad incident that occurred was when a woman who was already pretty freaked out when she ran around the corner where I was standing and nearly collided into me smashed me in the eye with her rolled up sweatshirt pretty hard as a reflex. She kept running, but her friend stopped to make sure I was alright. Not wanting to break character, I just groaned and growled. My eye was still a little sore this morning, but it’s doing just fine now. Lesson learned: next time- wear safety goggles.
I got the above-photographed poster as a souvenir, and would have kept my tattered and bloodied t-shirt as a memento if it wouldn’t have ruined the rest of my clothes in my bag. If “The Walking Dead Escape” returns to NYC next year, I’d love to run through the course and give other walker participants the chance to have as much fun frightening me as much as I enjoyed frightening others last night.
After the event, the only logical thing to do was head to Times Square in the zombie makeup. We got some funny looks, and some people asked to take photos of us.
Zombies love NYC pizza, too.
It wasn’t ALL blood and gore in NYC, though. When I wasn’t trying to take a bite out of people or scrubbing the airbrushed bruises from my skin, I also enjoyed a couple of beautiful Autumn afternoons by Strawberry Fields and in the Lower East Side.
And now, to end this most fun and wild weekend, I’m off to prepare for the season 4 premiere of “The Walking Dead” tonight. 9 P.M. Don’t miss it!
Lately I feel as though I’ve been having a multi-city love affair, actively “dating” San Diego and New York City (with my heart belonging to my beloved Boston, of course- but that’s a given.) Both cities offer something unique that makes me fall head over heels in love with them whenever I’m there, and it’s impossible for me to pick a favorite of the two. The scenery, the people, the nightlife, the music and art scenes- they’re both so different from one another that I know I’m always in for a new and (usually) exciting adventure when I travel to either destination.
On a whim, I spent this past weekend in NYC with no real plans in mind- just strolling through the city checking out different shops, restaurants, street fairs, and the occasional tourist attraction. I’ve heard it’s frowned upon by some Native New Yorkers to visit the more “touristy” areas, but I think it’s all part of the experience of living in one of the greatest cities in the world. If you can’t go and enjoy seeing people from all over the globe flock to different parts of your city to admire and appreciate their significance- then what’s the point? Even in Boston when I’m passing by Quincy Market or walking through the Common, I can’t help but smile when I see different people from all walks of life posing for family vacation photos or looking at maps/pamphlets to learn more about the area.
Besides, if you’ve never eaten at Tom’s Restaurant (delicious food, and no, I didn’t order a BIG salad or a Snickers bar) or dragged your friend who’s deathly afraid of heights to the top of the Empire State Building for their first time (this recent visit marked my 4th time at the top of NYC,) then you just haven’t lived.
A large chunk of my weekend was spent walking around Central Park, which resulted in a pretty painful muscle tear in my right foot (I’m typing this with my foot elevated on a pillow, wrapped up tightly, with an ice pack resting on it,) but I still managed to tough it out to visit the Central Park zoo before I headed home to start my work week.
Also, if anyone is looking for a lovely hotel to stay in for one or two nights that doesn’t cost a fortune, but is easily accessible from the subway and within walking distance of many points of interest- may I suggest the Affinia Manhattan Hotel on 31st & 7th? I booked a room literally hours before I took off to the city and it was comfortable, clean, and chic. I loved the combination of antique and modern decor. I had my own kitchen area, which was fantastic, and I thought the floral designs on the walls in the room were so cute.
If I could describe June 2013 in one word, it’d definitely be “frenzied”. Work, my cousin’s high school graduation, The Rolling Stones show, attempting to soak up the sun in between running errands and plotting out plans for July, and a Walking Dead-filled day in NYC (I’ll get to that in a few minutes)- I felt like I rarely held still for more than a couple of hours at a time. As much as I like keeping busy and staying active, I’m looking forward to some rest & relaxation in the coming month. I have a couple of weekend getaways planned with friends that I’m excited for. Of course, I’ll have my camera with me (I always do) to capture all the good stuff.
Frenzy aside, I also took a great personal leap forward in June by choosing to share my story about my struggle with panic attacks & Hyperventilation Syndrome, a disorder I’ve been recovering from and that I’d been keeping mostly to myself for close to two years now. I received feedback: on here, on Twitter, and other forms of social networking- and I’m truly touched by the support and kind words. I feel more in control, stronger, and above all else- hopeful- with every day that passes.
To close out the month of June, I headed to NYC yesterday to participate in the Wizard World Comic Convention, which was going on from Friday ’til tonight. For the past few years, I typically attend Rock & Shock, the horror movie convention held in my hometown every October- but I’ve never been to anything quite like this before. The entire Basketball City Facility in the Lower East Side was filled wall to wall with artists, celebrities, vendors, people in elaborate costumes, and fans. I had met up with my friend Ali who was also attending to spend the day checking things out, and apart from the lack of air conditioning in the building, resulting in uncomfortably stifling, sweaty conditions- we had a good time and met a lot of fun, interesting people:
The highlight of the day was by far being able to hang out and goof off with some of the cast of “The Walking Dead”- Norman Reedus (who took my no-holds-barred personality in stride, made me blush something fierce, and completely cracked me up), Michael Rooker (who only encouraged said no-holds-barred personality and who also completely cracked me up), Danai Gurira (MY GIRL-CRUSH), Laurie Holden (breathtakingly beautiful. Absolutely stunning in person), and Chandler Riggs (total sweetheart.)
Despite the heat and what I can only describe as exhaustion, everyone seemed to be in good spirits and didn’t miss an opportunity to crack jokes or answer questions. Such an amazing group of people who made the day an experience I will cherish forever.
“The Walking Dead” cast weren’t the only people we saw: Stan Lee, Patrick Stewart, James Marsters, and the Fonz himself, Henry Winkler- among a few others- were also milling about:
At the end of the day I was a tired, sweat-covered, frizzy-haired mess- but I couldn’t stop smiling. Even now, 24 hours later, I’m just so grateful (and still a little shocked!) for how wonderful the day turned out.
I also scored some cool stuff to take home, including autographs, a special edition of the first “Walking Dead” comic book, and a dress I’ll be showing off in an entry later on this week.:
After grabbing dinner with Ali, I was walking- with a spring in my step- back to where I’d left my car, and I happened to glance up at the Empire State Building. I had to stop and take a photo. I couldn’t think of a better way to cap off the night than with a beautiful display for marriage equality:
On Saturday, Sean and I headed out to Manhattan to attend “Green Man”, a dinner and rooftop party hosted by the Sleep No More crew at the McKittrick Hotel to welcome Spring properly. The dress code called for white, so I donned a fitted white lace dress and a white floral crown, and was promptly greeted upon my arrival in the city by an alarmingly sudden (and very loud!) thunderstorm when it crept up on us after I parked my car near the venue. We ended up having to duck under some scaffolding when the downpour started.
Regardless, when the skies cleared and the sun emerged, we still had some time to dry off and roam the streets for a couple of hours before the show- and what a show it was.
“Green Man” was the first production I can remember in recent years where we didn’t have to wear masks, and where photography was allowed. After a delicious and diverse meal and a couple of glasses of wine with strangers who quickly became new friends, we were led up to the rooftop for more drinks, dancing, penis-shaped cookies (seriously), and to watch and/or participate in a couple of rituals to welcome the “season of rebirth”. The whole night and it’s theme reminded me of “The Wicker Man”, with cast members prancing around in animal masks and frilly frocks, but there was no Nicolas Cage punching women dressed in bear suits- and also no human sacrifices.
The view from the roof was breathtaking, but if it got to be too much, you could go downstairs, back into the hotel, for an incredible live performance from a house band followed by plenty of dancing and posing in a photo booth area. As was the case for New Years Eve, you were also free to roam certain areas of the hotel, and if you were in a certain place at a certain time, you could find a surprise or two. Sean and I actually ended up stumbling upon a puppet show in one of the rooms while we were exploring.
The drive home was excruciating, but overall, the night was worth it. I had such an incredible, memorable time and I’m anxiously looking forward to the next event. I highly recommend anyone interested in participating in these types of parties add themselves to the McKittrick’s e-mail list so you’ll get the notifications when they have things like this. I never would have known about it otherwise!
Yesterday, on a whim, I drove out to NYC (and didn’t have road rage once!) to meet up with my friend Alison for dinner and catch a comedy show at Carolines on Broadway. I’m surprised I don’t hang out in NYC more often, really. It’s just a few hours away and every time I do make it out there, I almost always have one hell of an adventure. Yesterday was no exception. It was beautiful outside, which made for a lovely night, post-show, of walking around, sipping coffee, and just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city after dark before I headed home.
(Ali took this photo!)
(She also took this one of Chris and I’s matching smirks and graphic tees.)
The aforementioned comedy show we attended was headlined by Chris Hardwick, of Nerdist and “The Talking Dead” fame, and was a blast. Chris is a phenomenal sweetheart, and it was really nice to talk to him between his sets. I highly recommend checking him out if he performs in your area. It was a lot of fun.
I have every intention of visiting NYC more often, although I think I may just catch a train next time. It’d be a lot easier than the drive home was.
Monday night was, by far, one of the most amazing, intense, unique, debaucherous, and fun New Year’s Eve experiences I’ve had in recent memory. I think I’m actually still in the process of recovering, and this is coming from someone who usually bounces back fairly quickly after a wild night or a crazy weekend.
I have Sean to thank for all of it. For those who didn’t follow my old blog, Sean has been one of my best friends for the past sixteen years. He moved in next door to my parents’ house when we were little kids, and we’ve been pretty much inseparable since. As the years go by, we’ve continuously tried to outdo each other in terms of finding really cool, can’t-be-topped events and parties to go to.
As big fans of Punchdrunk’s “Sleep No More” (we’ve seen the play three times now), when Sean heard they were throwing an extravagant New Year’s Eve soiree at their new home in NYC, entitled “The Royal Huntman’s Ball”, he knew I’d be up for it and jumped at the chance to get us tickets.
I’ve never spent New Year’s Eve in NYC before, and wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but when I walked out of Port Authority after a four hour bus ride from Boston, and saw the Empire State Building twinkling multi-colored lights, and heard people yelling “Happy New Year!” to the NYPD Officers who were lining Times Square, I knew I was in for a memorable night that would go down in history.
And I was right.
Of course, such an unforgettable night called for an unforgettable dress. Enter Modcloth’s (my ultimate online shopping addiction) “Glitz All or Nothing” Dress, which garnered a lot of attention and compliments over the course of the night with it’s sparkles.
Once we reached the McKittrick, we were swept away to an absolutely delicious three-course dinner where we were sat with other attendees, donned in ballgowns, tuxedos, and top hats. We toasted with Chardonnay and got to know one another before we headed into the performance. Each time I see it, it’s different, but still incredible in it’s own inexplicable way.
For those who aren’t familiar with “Sleep No More”, here’s a pretty good summary taken from the play’s Wikipedia page:
“Sleep No More is set in a building with five floors of theatrical action, putatively called the McKittrick Hotel, though with many rooms and features not normally associated with hotels, including those which resemble an antiquated lunatic asylum, doctor’s offices, children’s bedrooms, a cemetery, indoor courtyards, shops, a padded cell, a ballroom, taxidermist’s menageries, and so on. The actors and their environment all adopt the dress, decor, and aesthetic style of the early 20th century, inspired by the shadowy and anxious atmosphere of film noir. The production “leads its audience on a merry, macabre chase up and down stairs, and through minimally illuminated, furniture-cluttered rooms and corridors.” Audience members begin their journey in a fully operational lounge, the Manderley Bar, from which they enter an elevator that transports them to the major floors of the “hotel.”
Sleep No More tells the story of Macbeth, though the audience is given no programme and there is no speaking from either the actors or audience. The actors (unlike the audience members) wear no masks and perform in passionate, silent, interpretive group settings, solitary scenes, and, sometimes, dance sequences. Audience members are instructed to remain silent and masked at all times once they have boarded the hotel’s elevator up until the time they return back to the Manderley Bar; however, they may move freely at their own pace for up to three hours, choosing where to go and what to see, so that everyone’s journey is unique; they may also exit the premises at any point. Audience members may thus follow one or any of the actors throughout the performance, or they may independently explore the many rooms of the building; in groups or alone. Recorded music plays steadily throughout the building at all times.”
Because the performance is meant to be stimulating to all senses, it should come as no surprise that photography is strictly prohibited, hence the lack of pictures on my part. I left my camera and my cell phone in coat check, since you’re supposed to truly experience everything, not live through a series of photographs.
However, the theater company did have a photographer on site (Monica Simoes) to capture some of the action from dinner and the ball. The gallery can be viewed by CLICKING HERE.
After the final scene, it was time to dance and drink the night away until the clock struck midnight, and then dance and drink some more. There were two very different settings to choose from- the jazz lounge, which featured some great live punk Celtic & bluegrass bands, some of which yours truly danced and twirled ’round and ’round to until I got dizzy- and the grand ballroom, which was more club music (and a little too much dubstep for my liking), but still very fun. Sean and I bobbed and weaved between the areas, taking in the sights and sounds, and even stumbled on a vintage photo area set-up where we had the picture at the top of the entry taken together.
We were in the grand ballroom when the countdown to 2013 reached it’s final minutes, some of the cast of “Sleep No More” on stage to take us through the last seconds of 2012 before we were showered with confetti from the ceiling. Truly an incredible moment.
By 2 a.m., we were tipsy and spent. Our feet were starting to hurt, and we still needed to check into the tiny hotel we managed to find and book last minute on the edge of Wall Street. Grabbing our coats and our bags, Sean and I bid adieu to those still partying in the McKittrick, probably until the wee hours of the morning, and braved the cold. Everyone was trying to get a cab since Times Square was still clearing out, so we walked most of the way, meeting all sorts of fun people who were still feeling very celebratory despite the chill in the air.
Side note: I never want to hear another vuvuzela horn as long as I live. Hearing about eight of those at the same time at 2:30 in the morning will forever be burned into my brain.
We overslept a tad on New Years Day (a well deserved rest, in my opinion), and hurriedly got ready to spend a couple of hours in the city before we headed back to Boston. As was the tradition whenever I went to NYC with my dad, I made a stop at St. Patrick’s Cathedral to light a candle and say a prayer to in his honor, and then went to grab brunch at the Cosmic Diner, where Sean managed to snag the first picture of me in 2013- and I’m actually smiling in it!
I also have insanely frizzy bed head, and am about to stuff my face with Greek omelette, but still- all smiles!
Another four hour bus ride shortly after brunch, and I was back in Boston and getting ready to go back to work. Needless to say, I had a blast. It was so incredible to be in a city I love, with one of my most beloved and treasured friends, meeting new and exciting people, and ringing in an entirely new year filled with entirely new possibilities.
If New Years Eve and New Years Day were any indication of how the rest of 2013 will be, then I’m very, very excited.
And to close out this first real entry in my new blog, a silly little tradition of mine is to start the year off with a song, a theme, if you will. I couldn’t think of a more appropriate track than Florence & The Machine’s “Shake It Out”. It’s perfect.
Regrets collect like old friends. Here to relive your darkest moments. I can see no way, I can see no way, And all of the ghouls come out to play, And every demon wants his pound of flesh, But I like to keep some things to myself. I like to keep my issues drawn. It’s always darkest before the dawn.
And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind. I can never leave the past behind. I can see no way, I can see no way. I’m always dragging that horse around, Our love is questioned, such a mournful sound. Tonight I’m gonna bury that horse in the ground. So I like to keep my issues drawn, But it’s always darkest before the dawn.
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, So shake him off.
And I am done with my graceless heart, So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart. Cause I like to keep my issues drawn. It’s always darkest before the dawn.
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, So shake him off.
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back- so shake him off.
And given half the chance would I take any of it back. It’s a fine romance but its left me so undone. It’s always darkest before the dawn.
Oh woah, oh woah!.
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t, So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope. And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope. It’s a shot in the dark and right at my throat. Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me. Looking for heaven, found the devil in me. Well what the hell, I’m gonna let it happen to me?
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, So shake him off.
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, So shake him off.
Legally Redhead 