Ok friends- seeing as how it's been almost exactly a year since my last post, and the fact that I've gotten at least 8 requests in the last two weeks to start writing again, I think the time has come to re-invigorate the blog! I've realized that I haven't been writing because things just don't strike me as ridiculous or hilarious or completely bizarre as they did when I first moved here- and, thus, the risk of a whiny, emo blog entry (as opposed to my typical witty and insightful commentary, of course) increases exponentially. I guess that will just be the risk I run. I HAVE been inspired by some other blogs lately, AND I realized that some super funny things have been happening to me- I just am too caught up in being a cynical New Yorker (a new, unflattering characteristic that should be abandoned immediately!) to even realize that the world needs to know about these things, and they need to know now!
So, before we get to the main event, here's a quick catch up of the last year, for those that haven't been paying attention:
Spring was busting out all over. It is the most energetic and beautiful and nearly naked time of the year.
Summer was hot and endless. And sweaty. But, made better by iced coffee, Chardonnay, and two air conditioners running full blast.
Fall was still summer. Even on Thanksgiving it was still summer. But, eventually, the leaves turned for about a day, and we got excited to drink hot cider and wear boots.
And then it was winter, and we had the most wonderful wedding anyone could ask for. The memories from that week could fill at least 10 blogs, so we won't get into that, but let's just say, it was the event of the century. Serious.
So, to sum it all up, I have spent the last year being in denial that I'm still in school, attempting to make a career at the League of American Orchestras, drinking at Riverside Park, the Snug, and brunch, and being engaged/married (aka spending a lot of time kissing and cooing and playing Wii.)
Now. Here are the top 4 greatest stories from the past year (I can only remember four. Don't be mad)
1. My friend rode home on the subway next to a man carrying a chainsaw. Just holding a chainsaw as if that was a normal thing to do. Does anyone else see anything wrong with this picture?
2. Last fourth of July (which, by the way, was far colder than Thanksgiving. Again, does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?), we were coming home from Paul's, and as we were going up the extremely long subway escalator, this man behind us started BARKING!! And apologizing. So, it would be like WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOFSorryWOOFSorry WOOF WOOF WOOF sorry. And on and on all the way until we hit the street.
3. Last summer, Eric and I were sitting in our favorite gay little park in the West Village, just innocently eating some Tasti-Delite, when I hear a rustling in the bushes behind me. Being the now jaded New York that I have become, I made some smart comment like that must be a big rat and went back to stuffing my face with sugared chemical-fluffed air. The rustling continued, and I turned around and loudly stated that must be a cat! And back to the ice cream-like product. And then, out of nowhere, a dude pops out of the bushes! And another one of the semi-homeless guys in the park says "PEEBLES What you doin' in the bushes?" to which Peebles yells "I'm just lookin' for my radio!", and then Peebles dove back in to the bushes. This happened a few more times, and every time Peebles just kept lookin' for that radio. I do hope he found it.
4. And, finally, yesterday there was a wizard sitting across from us in the library. At first I thought it was a witch, based on the pointy hat. But the cape and bells on the shoes confirmed that it was, indeed, a wizard.
And that, my friends, is my life in New York City. Ah, it feels good to be back with the blog.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
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