I think I'm finally beginning to feel more at home here. Several awesome things happened and I shall relate them in the most succinct way possible as I want to remember them all.
Friday: After work I met up with Chris and we had a sleep over! We watched the Wet Hot American Summer re-boot and I shamelessly mooched his wifi to check my social media platforms. An activity I am as addicted to as every millennial cliche alludes.
Saturday: Woke up after a restful night of sleep, dog-free as I hoped it would be. I really like Candace's dog but not as much as he likes me. He likes to come and sleep at my feet, something which severely hinders my leg room on the couch I sleep on. I was happy to be able to stretch out, and it made a difference in my day.
Later I went with Chris to the MET and wandered around trying to find Micaela's favorite painting. I never found it, but one of the galleries was closed and I think that's where it may have been. I fully intend to go back and track it down. I did however stumble into a chinese fashion exhibit which was straight up amazing. Seriously beautiful in a way that made me happy to be a woman (not that I could ever afford/fit those garments). After, I found the library and sat in some quiet and wrote letters to my friends around the country. That was sooooo fun and I was very happy to do it. I'm going to need to buy more stationery soon, something I am quite happy about.
On the way home I got lost in a ritzy neighborhood and wandered into a little office supply/luggage shop. I bought some colorful pens and chatted with the cashier. She like many others told me she "never would have thought I spoke Spanish/wasn't white." Then I was really hungry all of the sudden and stopped into this semi-fancy deli for a snack. I really wanted a chocolate chip cookie but they all had walnuts and I'm allergic. So I opted for petite-fours (I don't know who to spell french words). The only other time I have had these was at the holiday party for the California Historical Society. Those were much better as the ones I had seemed as though they had been chilling in the fridge for a while. Either way, it did the trick and I found my way back to the subway and back to Brooklyn.
When I got there I checked the mailbox and saw that my Netflix had arrived. It was Flower Drum Song which is set in Chinatown, San Francisco so I continued my Chinese theme for the day. Flower Drum Song is a Roger's and Hammerstein musical so there were some fantastic songs/dance numbers. There were some heavy handed racist stereotypes but that goes along with every old movie. It was a good way to end my night.
Sunday: I woke up with Candace and we shuffled around to start our day. Chris had invited me to a beach party so I was getting ready to do that and Candace was meeting up with some friends in Manhattan. I walked out the door about 45 min after I woke up into a pleasantly warm and not so fucking hot day (finally!). I walked to the subway and chatted up my parents on the phone telling them in detail about my walk. I miss them a lot, and my dog Sprocket who apparently was searching the house for the source of my voice. I got on the train and semi-successfully found my way to Brighton Beach, taking a slight detour to Coney Island. I want to go to Coney Island at some point but it looks like a more rundown Santa Cruz Boardwalk so I'm in no rush. When I got to the beach I met so many people. I think I met 6 new people, and I saw Denise and her niece who had just come back from visiting California.
Later I went with Chris to the MET and wandered around trying to find Micaela's favorite painting. I never found it, but one of the galleries was closed and I think that's where it may have been. I fully intend to go back and track it down. I did however stumble into a chinese fashion exhibit which was straight up amazing. Seriously beautiful in a way that made me happy to be a woman (not that I could ever afford/fit those garments). After, I found the library and sat in some quiet and wrote letters to my friends around the country. That was sooooo fun and I was very happy to do it. I'm going to need to buy more stationery soon, something I am quite happy about.
On the way home I got lost in a ritzy neighborhood and wandered into a little office supply/luggage shop. I bought some colorful pens and chatted with the cashier. She like many others told me she "never would have thought I spoke Spanish/wasn't white." Then I was really hungry all of the sudden and stopped into this semi-fancy deli for a snack. I really wanted a chocolate chip cookie but they all had walnuts and I'm allergic. So I opted for petite-fours (I don't know who to spell french words). The only other time I have had these was at the holiday party for the California Historical Society. Those were much better as the ones I had seemed as though they had been chilling in the fridge for a while. Either way, it did the trick and I found my way back to the subway and back to Brooklyn.
When I got there I checked the mailbox and saw that my Netflix had arrived. It was Flower Drum Song which is set in Chinatown, San Francisco so I continued my Chinese theme for the day. Flower Drum Song is a Roger's and Hammerstein musical so there were some fantastic songs/dance numbers. There were some heavy handed racist stereotypes but that goes along with every old movie. It was a good way to end my night.
Sunday: I woke up with Candace and we shuffled around to start our day. Chris had invited me to a beach party so I was getting ready to do that and Candace was meeting up with some friends in Manhattan. I walked out the door about 45 min after I woke up into a pleasantly warm and not so fucking hot day (finally!). I walked to the subway and chatted up my parents on the phone telling them in detail about my walk. I miss them a lot, and my dog Sprocket who apparently was searching the house for the source of my voice. I got on the train and semi-successfully found my way to Brighton Beach, taking a slight detour to Coney Island. I want to go to Coney Island at some point but it looks like a more rundown Santa Cruz Boardwalk so I'm in no rush. When I got to the beach I met so many people. I think I met 6 new people, and I saw Denise and her niece who had just come back from visiting California.
We chilled at the beach for a few hours and went swimming before going to Jane's apartment (the person who was throwing the party). Actually, before we went to the apartment we stopped by a Russian grocery store that was called "Gourmanov," like "Romanov" but gourmet, kind of a side note but it tickled me so. When we got to the apartment we got settled in and started eating and drinking, more people arrived and I got to look into the museum/art world of New York. I don't quite know what to think of it. People talked about what they did but also about how to help one another and support the art of their friends. That was incredibly refreshing and I hope to make good on an offer to tour the bookshops of Brooklyn and Manhattan that carry zines!! After a while I left to meet up with Candace in Manhattan.
I met Candace in Little Italy and we had dinner. Then we went to the Annual Dick Kareoke at some bar on Houston. Which is apparently pronounced "How-ston" not "Hue-ston" like in Tejas, because English. I walked in at the Disney Dick Power Hour which was all Disney songs with the word "Dick" inserted into it. Get it? Inserted? You get it. The highlights were both from Aladdin with "A whole new dick" and "You ain't never had a dick like me," both were definitely well rehearsed and even included dancing! Basically it's the best bar I've been to in New York, out of 3, but still.
The new weekend is here, and this Friday is a payday! I plan to go to Yoga (which deserves its own post), watch Netflix, go grocery shopping, do laundry and go to the bank! This week has been incredibly busy and full of food so I will have to do an entry about that. Now that I have access to the Pizza place wifi I can (theoretically) update more frequently.
XO
I met Candace in Little Italy and we had dinner. Then we went to the Annual Dick Kareoke at some bar on Houston. Which is apparently pronounced "How-ston" not "Hue-ston" like in Tejas, because English. I walked in at the Disney Dick Power Hour which was all Disney songs with the word "Dick" inserted into it. Get it? Inserted? You get it. The highlights were both from Aladdin with "A whole new dick" and "You ain't never had a dick like me," both were definitely well rehearsed and even included dancing! Basically it's the best bar I've been to in New York, out of 3, but still.
The new weekend is here, and this Friday is a payday! I plan to go to Yoga (which deserves its own post), watch Netflix, go grocery shopping, do laundry and go to the bank! This week has been incredibly busy and full of food so I will have to do an entry about that. Now that I have access to the Pizza place wifi I can (theoretically) update more frequently.
XO
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