The New News

The New News from New York is this:  Life is sweet in 1 of the 5 Boroughs.  Josh and I are subletting a sweet place in Midtown East in Manhattan until he can move into his place on the 15th.  So we've been having a good time, though J has just started working for real, and of course it's no fun starting out working for the man, but it'll improve in the next week or so.

 

So, Nina, I and Josh landed on the same day, in a hilarious bout of Nina and I missing our flight the previous day.  This was the greatest thing that ever happened to us.  We went to the Rooms for free after going the night previous and finding out that it closes at 5 on Mon. & Tue.  So when we went on Wed?  it was free. hahaha.    

But the reason we missed the flight?  Well, we were late.  We got there about 35 mins. before the flight, knowing we might've missed it (this having happened to me before, I could basically care less), So, knowing this was all our faults (let's face it: it was mine), we arrive to an empty Continental desk.  Not just "hey, let's wait around a minute, someone'll show" more like "we were out of here a while ago, losers"  It was completely empty.

Anyway, long story short, we miss it, and then 3 (THREE!) chicks come down from upstairs wondering what all was going on... hahaha. what a load.

So, we got to fly out the next day.  Pimp for us.

So, anyway, we all landed in EWR on the same day, which was grand.  I'm shocked how much I like this city.  It's monstrous: every turn yields an entirely different neighborhood and group of crowded streets and shops.  After we dropped off our bags, we went walking by Josh's work, and wandered upon 5th Avenue and Central Park, then to FAO Schwarz (the famous toy store) to dance on the piano from the Tom Hanks movie (I'm lookin' at you, janesey), next, we were at the entrance to Trump Tower, where all the schmoes get kicked to the curb (everything is awesomely gold... gilded, i'd say), not to mention the flagship store for every designer and business in the world.  Being here is retarded; you trace a bizarre line between your memory from movies, and the actual environs.

I won't go on, you get the idea.  It's been overwhelmingly cool.  Josh's place is gonna be really nice, and people have been really helpful, if moving quickly on packed sidewalks. Nina left a few days ago, after we tore through the town in search of Pale Male, ran through MOMA (UN-believable) and won a broadway lottery (which we subsequently gave away).  And essentially because i can do it at this point in my life, I'm gonna hang on until the 21st and get Josh settled into his actual apartment.  A Corollary of this is a huge bonus:  Huddler Salama will be joining us!  Boo-ya!  Take that urban predatory bird!

*also, just added a link to the James Baird gallery where we were in search of Robert Clarke-Davis' photo exhibit.  We missed it, but instead stumbled across an exhibit by Catherine Beaudette, and the artist actually setting up her work (the gallery- in Pouch Cove- is a weird friggin' place, but also wicked, y'know.)  Her work takes a few mins. to acclimatize, but I think it's rewarding to go check it out for those in town.