lessons on how to have fun for nearly free while living in manhattan.
lesson one: leave the house as little as possible.
lesson two: remember not all meals in restaurants are better than meals at home.
lesson three: remember the strand
lesson four: arm yourself with a computer. if computer is unavailable buy a 500page art forum.
lesson five: have low expectations.
ive been living in the east village for over two weeks now and god do i miss brooklyn. the city is lonely now that mikes gone. manhattan is too romantic to experience alone, and if you are alone watch out- its a real meat market out there. everyone is constantly sizing everyone else up. thinking to themselves- tourist or native? gay or straight? european? will she fuck me? where did she get that bike?dress?tattoos?bad tatste/good taste ect. ect. ect. i never realized anonymity does not free you of judgement. but i have to say the anonymity is nice and i am finally getting used to the lonliness that comes with living on this island and also the lonliness of knowing i wont see my boyfriend for 2 months. i also feel like the summer would be more fun had all my best friends not fled to the other coast. i cant blame them though im leaving too, except im heading east not west.
i got books about spain and western europe today and started planning my trip. i had a late breakfast of french toast in a diner in union square. the place was clean and extremely cold, the prices on the menu extremely high and the food and coffee terrible. my french toast tasted like eggs and my coffee burned beans. but the flowers on the table were real and from my seat i was able to watch an old man in the building across the street painting in his window. i could not see th work itself but the scene to me was perfection. my waitress was a girl my age, blond, probably polish or russian. she looked like michelle ermert my junior high school best friend. michelle was poor and her house was dirty. she had two dogs that smelt awful and were constantly shitting in the house. i tried to picture my waitress at 13 tall and awkwardly skinny, cleaning up dog shit. but i was dristacted by the 3 women who sat in the both before me. a womyn in her early fifties and two teenage girls. the womyn was lecturing one the the girls (the prettier and more developed of the two) on how to dress. "pull up pull up, you are showing too much. who are you showing yourself to?" the girl just laughed "what do i do? do i do anything bad? no! i dress up for myself. i like to dress up. it is not bad!" the womyn shook her head and read the menu aloud to herself.
outside it was hot and now my bag was heavy from the books i had purchased so i decided to bike home and rest before picking up maddie over in the west village. theres alot of construction going on so i had to bike slow, but i didnt mind. i rolled by the cement trucks, the spray of the mens hoses on my face cooled me down some. at traffic lights i watched indian wimmin in saris dodge the tourists and workman on 1st ave, and the punks and junkies heading towards the park on ave. A.
after picking up maddie and eating more diner food i headed home dreading another night of lying around the apt listening to wnyc classical and falling alsleep stoned and alone missing mikee. but my evening at home turned out to be quite wonderful. i heated up some coconut soup that thoma had made with the fish that brian had caught. i took a shower and was all about ready to grab my art forum when patrick came over and than thoma and brian came home with crabs from china town. we watched fishing with john the most excellent fishing show ever. its hilarious, this guy john laurie goes fishing all over the world with his wing nut friends, some of which include tom waits and jim jarmusch. when we watched all the fishing with john you tube had to offer and the crabs were not only dead but cooked to perfection. (when the brought home the crabs they were still alive!!!) i didnt think i had it in me, but even i dug in, and oh how it was the delicious! the meat was so tender and thoma whipped up this amazing coconut ginger dipping sauce. we stayed up late muching on the crab and strawberry ices watching documentaries on the new world order and the cia -serisouly creepy shit! the night could only have been better if mikee were here.
lesson two: remember not all meals in restaurants are better than meals at home.
lesson three: remember the strand
lesson four: arm yourself with a computer. if computer is unavailable buy a 500page art forum.
lesson five: have low expectations.
ive been living in the east village for over two weeks now and god do i miss brooklyn. the city is lonely now that mikes gone. manhattan is too romantic to experience alone, and if you are alone watch out- its a real meat market out there. everyone is constantly sizing everyone else up. thinking to themselves- tourist or native? gay or straight? european? will she fuck me? where did she get that bike?dress?tattoos?bad tatste/good taste ect. ect. ect. i never realized anonymity does not free you of judgement. but i have to say the anonymity is nice and i am finally getting used to the lonliness that comes with living on this island and also the lonliness of knowing i wont see my boyfriend for 2 months. i also feel like the summer would be more fun had all my best friends not fled to the other coast. i cant blame them though im leaving too, except im heading east not west.
i got books about spain and western europe today and started planning my trip. i had a late breakfast of french toast in a diner in union square. the place was clean and extremely cold, the prices on the menu extremely high and the food and coffee terrible. my french toast tasted like eggs and my coffee burned beans. but the flowers on the table were real and from my seat i was able to watch an old man in the building across the street painting in his window. i could not see th work itself but the scene to me was perfection. my waitress was a girl my age, blond, probably polish or russian. she looked like michelle ermert my junior high school best friend. michelle was poor and her house was dirty. she had two dogs that smelt awful and were constantly shitting in the house. i tried to picture my waitress at 13 tall and awkwardly skinny, cleaning up dog shit. but i was dristacted by the 3 women who sat in the both before me. a womyn in her early fifties and two teenage girls. the womyn was lecturing one the the girls (the prettier and more developed of the two) on how to dress. "pull up pull up, you are showing too much. who are you showing yourself to?" the girl just laughed "what do i do? do i do anything bad? no! i dress up for myself. i like to dress up. it is not bad!" the womyn shook her head and read the menu aloud to herself.
outside it was hot and now my bag was heavy from the books i had purchased so i decided to bike home and rest before picking up maddie over in the west village. theres alot of construction going on so i had to bike slow, but i didnt mind. i rolled by the cement trucks, the spray of the mens hoses on my face cooled me down some. at traffic lights i watched indian wimmin in saris dodge the tourists and workman on 1st ave, and the punks and junkies heading towards the park on ave. A.
after picking up maddie and eating more diner food i headed home dreading another night of lying around the apt listening to wnyc classical and falling alsleep stoned and alone missing mikee. but my evening at home turned out to be quite wonderful. i heated up some coconut soup that thoma had made with the fish that brian had caught. i took a shower and was all about ready to grab my art forum when patrick came over and than thoma and brian came home with crabs from china town. we watched fishing with john the most excellent fishing show ever. its hilarious, this guy john laurie goes fishing all over the world with his wing nut friends, some of which include tom waits and jim jarmusch. when we watched all the fishing with john you tube had to offer and the crabs were not only dead but cooked to perfection. (when the brought home the crabs they were still alive!!!) i didnt think i had it in me, but even i dug in, and oh how it was the delicious! the meat was so tender and thoma whipped up this amazing coconut ginger dipping sauce. we stayed up late muching on the crab and strawberry ices watching documentaries on the new world order and the cia -serisouly creepy shit! the night could only have been better if mikee were here.