On Friday afternoon, as the hours crept on, a frantic thought rattled louder and louder in my brain. What am I doing? No, seriously, WHAT am I DOING?
A couple days earlier, I’d decided to buy a ticket to Emo Night Brooklyn ON A BOAT! As you might surmise from the name, it’s Emo Night Brooklyn… on a boat. Specifically, the boat in question would be the Liberty Belle — a four-level riverboat that spends its nights swimming laps around the New York Harbor, bobbing under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges, and sidling up to the Statue of Liberty while drunken partygoers gawk, take pictures, and, in this case, mosh their asses off until 2:30 a.m.
This is the kind of event I’d always wanted to try out when I moved to New York in my twenties but never did. At the time, I didn’t know anyone who was really into this kind of thing, and going alone always sounded a little sad. These days, I know several gorgeous humans who share my adoration for this kind of music, but alas, we’re all in our thirties. When you text someone in their thirties with three days’ notice to ask if they have plans for 11:30 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. on a Friday, the answer will generally either be, “Yes — sleeping!” or “Sorry, I made my party plans three weeks in advance.”
But you know what, fuck it. I’ve already declared 35 “Laura’s Year of Yes,” and what better way to put my money where my mouth is than to set sail on an emo booze cruise at 11:30 p.m. all by myself? This would be a test of my resolve, my social battery, and my firm belief that the term “elder emo” is utter bullshit because, dammit, 35 is not that old. I’m so, so glad I took the plunge. If you’ve ever considered hitting up Emo Night Brooklyn ON A BOAT!, here’s a little review.
