Friday, January 30, 2009

Monthiversary

1/28/09 = 1 month living in NYC.

I'm getting used to:
  • noise, all the time
  • my new skin type, oily
  • extra layers of clothes, everyday
  • half cubes and bad lighting, M-F
  • ottomans, aaahhh

Monday, January 26, 2009

New Bedtime

11:21pm or later.

Garbage men have come and gone, like clockwork.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Brute Force

http://fuerzabrutanyc.com/

fuer • za • bru • ta\ f'where - zah - broo - tah \ 1: brute force 2: the new show from the creators of DE LA GUARDA 3: a 360° heart-pounding theatrical experience

Saturday, January 24, 2009

A new Olympic Sport

Laundry in NYC!

It takes preparation, determination, and courage.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

"The Button"

Apparently, everybody knows about "the button" except for me...the one inside the door latch that prevents it from locking automatically. If I would have known that, then I wouldn't have had to:
  1. Embarrass myslef by knocking on the neighbors' door (in no makeup and sweats)
  2. Borrow an over-sized men's jacket
  3. Walk 8 blocks and 6 avenues in 17 degree weather (no hat, no socks, no money)

Friday, January 16, 2009

1, 3, 0

Inventory check:

1 drawer
3 light switches
0 ceiling fans

Total.

On the bright side, I don't have to worry about another blow to the cranium.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

My 1st rodent sighting

West Village.

Washington Square subway.

11 p.m.

Small mouse across the foot.

Nice.

When the lights go down...

When the lights suddenly shut off at 2am, alone in your NYC apartment, what do you do? Take a dark shower and go to bed. Then, in the morning, you find the fuse box and the flashlight and pat yourself on the back.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hiss hiss, click click, bang bang...

These are the sounds of a NYC furnace alone, not to mention the rumbling of a refrigerator and the incessant street sounds. Don't come here expecting to get a good night's sleep.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Smart elevators are so cool

Smart elevators, 466 Lex style, have no buttons inside the elevators. None. You press the desired floor (multiple times to indicate the number of people traveling with you) and it designates which elevator to enter, A-G. And, that's it. So cool!

Saturday, January 3, 2009

The Year of Color

Just named my year last night (3 pitchers deep in margs). Let your mind wonder on that for a bit...it's got legs.