Hey all, I am in New York! It's ridiculous, really, but I am in love. I am tired and sore and I don't have a bed, or anywhere to put my clothes or computer, and my apartment is technically on the seventh floor of my building, but I am in love. I am stealing internet currently and if I look out my window I can see the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building. Still no news on the job front, but amazingly, Jena's mom has been keeping her eyes peeled for jobs in NJ for me, where they pay their teachers incredibly well. The commute would be less than desirable but it would be worth it. So we'll see.
Lizmo, Gemorrc ((Mr. Morrisey, who I was instructed to call Jar Jar...do NOT ask, and I arrived in New York at around 10pm on Friday night. There was the most horrific traffic in PA, so we lost about two hours there, and probably more considering the slow ass service at Friendly's, where Gemorrc used the term "make whoopie" and Lizmo and I decided we could never look him in the eye again. So we arrived in New York, which Gemorrc driving through Manhattan as if the steering wheel had been super glued to his hands. Then we turn the corner, and suddenly we're on a block that's lined with trees, and Gemorrc exclaims, "SON OF A BITCH!" And Liz is all, "Dad, what?" And he thinks a minute, and goes, "There are...trees here!" Apparently Gemorrc never says "son of a bitch" so these were some pretty spectacular trees we'd encountered. But we managed to find out apartment, with everyone in one piece, and met the Tumblesons. Jena took me upstairs to show me our apartment, which I had been told was on the fourth floor, but is really on the sixth. And if you count the 3/4 flight that takes you to the first floor, it's more like the seventh floor. We got all our stuff hauled up in about an hour though in a relay system, thanks to Jena's family, who are some of the most generous people I've ever met. We tried to organize as much as we could, but it was pretty hopeless without places to put anything. Sleeping didn't exactly happen, due to the insane heat and how wired we all were, so we just stayed up the majority of the night chatting in Jena's room. I think I slept an hour and a half max.
Yesterday we took Jena's car over to Brooklyn to pick up this loft bed for Lizmo and a mattress for super cheap. We were planning on taking the Morrisey's van, but Gemorrc peaced out super early. So we had to strap this damn mattress to the top of the car using dollar store bungee cords. We had to go about 20 mph, but Jena threw her hazards on, and these asshats in a van cut us off and nearly killed us on the Williamsburg Bridge. It was terrifying. Somehow we made it, and then even more extraordinarily managed to get the entire bed and mattress up to our floor on our own. It was a complete pain in the ass to assemble, but Lizmo perservered. I was kind of miserable and overwhelmed from being sleep-deprived, though, so it wasn't the greatest day I've ever had. Although I did have some amazing food from two little restaurants right on our street, including this Italian flatbread wrap with chicken, sundried tomatoes, and hot sauce that was godly.
And today we got up and took the ferry over to the Ikea in Brooklyn. The weather was beautiful, so I snapped lots of pictures like a silly tourist. Ikea was huge and crazy and overwhelming, and then we went to the biggest grocery store I have ever been to, called Fairway, which was also huge, crazy and overwhelming, and steering the cart made me feel like Gemorrc driving in Manhattan. We hauled our groceries home, and then headed out again to explore. Our neighborhood has so many vintage clothing shops it's unbelievable. We ended up walking up to 18th street to this little children's bookstore that was adorable. Then we headed over to Jena's old stomping ground, the West Village, where Jena and Lizmo watched a man in a miniskirt deep throat a lotion bottle, while I got hit on by the man next to me on the park bench, who thought we could "chill and roll around." That was our cue to leave, and so we hit up Chinatown for some of the most amazing vegetarian sesame chicken on the planet. And Lizmo stuffed an entire fortune cookie into her mouth without thinking and ended up eating about half her fortune before remarking "I ate the paper!"
This week I really need to get down to business about finding a job. Especially because I need a bed. An air mattress isn't going to cut it for much longer, and it's possible my lower back may decide to revolt if I'm not careful. So that is a summary of the past 48 hours of my life. Holy crap.
Current Music: Noise from the street