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so last night i just almost saw a new york sunrise from the rooftop. but not quite. that's okay though, there is always next weekend.
babysat last night for james. cute little boy a few months older than eliza. his mom jenna is cool as hell, i really really like her. she and christine got to be friends when eliza was a newborn and christine didn't know what the hell to do with a baby and jenna helped her preserve her sanity. anyway, so after a full week of nannying, i head over to their apartment for some babysitting. their apartment is incredible. so much bigger and more open than ours. high ceilings, awesome view. it is probably the same square footage if not a little more than our apartment, but with one fewer bedroom so there is a lot more space to spread out. next time i am there hopefully i will have a digital camera by then and i can take some pictures, because it is definitely a home begging to be photographed.
anyway, after babysitting i met up with my friend steven (hottie hispanic elevator guy) at 8th ave and 14th st. that is a long ass way away from 86 and madison, let me tell you. i tried to take the subway initially, and i got stressed out because i transferred at a station that did not go where i needed to go, and the station was huge and had winding hallways and it is really really sickly disgusting hot in the tunnels. so i was frustrated and sweating and a little self conscious that my eyeliner had melted off. i was being a little shy too, i was nervous about hanging out with people i didn't know, afraid i'd come across as the awkward southern virgin who can't handle the big city life. i almost turned around and went back home. but in the same spirit of how i got to new york inthe first place, i kept going even though at times i wasn't sure why i'd even left the house. and i'm glad i did. i met steven's friends joel (pronounced joe-L) and one of his friends whose name i don't remember but she was a cool girl. and lewis and allison. nice people. i met them at this bar that had a back room with a very central perk coffehouse vibe to it. overstuffed couches and tv trays, very casual, very cool. they had one of those touch screen computer juke box things so steven and i picked out a bunch of songs on there. his choices were a deftones/team sleep theme but i broke it up a little with some relient k and a tribe called quest. good times.
so a little while after lewis and joe-L and the unnamed cool chick left (alison works there and she was closing) we ventured out as well. hit two other random bars on the way. one was cool and one was not. and then we went to the knitting factory. steven is one of these people that knows people everywhere he goes. which is not a bad way to acclimated to the city, following around a friend like that. the knitting factory is set up similarly to the bronco bowl. minus of course the broncos and the bowling and the fact that it is now a home depot. but there is one main auditorium type area that is really the knitting factory and a few smaller clubs inside, and we went to one of them to hear brazillian music. interesting. actually, no it wasn't. the guy at the door couldn't find his name on the list but let us in free anyway and once we got it we saw that was because it was dead in there. we stayed for a few tequila shots (one each that we paid for and one each that we didn't because our absentee bar maid left the bottle right in front of us within arms reach) and then took off for home. we took some beer up to the roof of our building and hung out for a while, talked about music, school, and scoliosis. much better view than from my room, definitely. i finally snuck (as much as you can sneak while waking up two dogs and one baby) back into the apartment around 6am.
so while it was not with the irish guy, there was some making out in the elevator. just thought i'd throw that in.
: )
babysat last night for james. cute little boy a few months older than eliza. his mom jenna is cool as hell, i really really like her. she and christine got to be friends when eliza was a newborn and christine didn't know what the hell to do with a baby and jenna helped her preserve her sanity. anyway, so after a full week of nannying, i head over to their apartment for some babysitting. their apartment is incredible. so much bigger and more open than ours. high ceilings, awesome view. it is probably the same square footage if not a little more than our apartment, but with one fewer bedroom so there is a lot more space to spread out. next time i am there hopefully i will have a digital camera by then and i can take some pictures, because it is definitely a home begging to be photographed.
anyway, after babysitting i met up with my friend steven (hottie hispanic elevator guy) at 8th ave and 14th st. that is a long ass way away from 86 and madison, let me tell you. i tried to take the subway initially, and i got stressed out because i transferred at a station that did not go where i needed to go, and the station was huge and had winding hallways and it is really really sickly disgusting hot in the tunnels. so i was frustrated and sweating and a little self conscious that my eyeliner had melted off. i was being a little shy too, i was nervous about hanging out with people i didn't know, afraid i'd come across as the awkward southern virgin who can't handle the big city life. i almost turned around and went back home. but in the same spirit of how i got to new york inthe first place, i kept going even though at times i wasn't sure why i'd even left the house. and i'm glad i did. i met steven's friends joel (pronounced joe-L) and one of his friends whose name i don't remember but she was a cool girl. and lewis and allison. nice people. i met them at this bar that had a back room with a very central perk coffehouse vibe to it. overstuffed couches and tv trays, very casual, very cool. they had one of those touch screen computer juke box things so steven and i picked out a bunch of songs on there. his choices were a deftones/team sleep theme but i broke it up a little with some relient k and a tribe called quest. good times.
so a little while after lewis and joe-L and the unnamed cool chick left (alison works there and she was closing) we ventured out as well. hit two other random bars on the way. one was cool and one was not. and then we went to the knitting factory. steven is one of these people that knows people everywhere he goes. which is not a bad way to acclimated to the city, following around a friend like that. the knitting factory is set up similarly to the bronco bowl. minus of course the broncos and the bowling and the fact that it is now a home depot. but there is one main auditorium type area that is really the knitting factory and a few smaller clubs inside, and we went to one of them to hear brazillian music. interesting. actually, no it wasn't. the guy at the door couldn't find his name on the list but let us in free anyway and once we got it we saw that was because it was dead in there. we stayed for a few tequila shots (one each that we paid for and one each that we didn't because our absentee bar maid left the bottle right in front of us within arms reach) and then took off for home. we took some beer up to the roof of our building and hung out for a while, talked about music, school, and scoliosis. much better view than from my room, definitely. i finally snuck (as much as you can sneak while waking up two dogs and one baby) back into the apartment around 6am.
so while it was not with the irish guy, there was some making out in the elevator. just thought i'd throw that in.
: )