day one
i feel like going to lower case again.
it's so much more train-of-thought-ish.
so, yesterday. my first day as a fake-new-yorker. it was epic.
i woke up, confused as to my location for a moment. i've had quite a few of those moments, these last few months. i chilled in my room. i remembered that i can actually use hulu and the fox on demand feature of the fox website now. i was excited. no more chinese subtitles and feeling like a felon when i watch bones.
i went upstairs, i had a glass of water, beth made me try some of a pickle when i said i'd never had one. it was actually quite nice. i'm learning. we looked at PWT stuff that had appeared in the mail. she gave me keys, i ran downstairs and retrieved the one hundred that the montréal locksmith gave me when i asked politely and brianne was with me.
and then i took my sweet time locking the doors, because it's a challenge, and left the house.
it's a very black neighbourhood, and i think that beth has blogged something like 'i am gentrification' or something like that. or at least that we represent it. there was a family across the road, and i heard one little girl say 'look at that girl! i like her pink hair!'. i smiled. that's part of the reason i do it. i love kids' reactions, and those of people in general. then i realised i'd forgotten my ukulele, so i retraced the short distance i'd come and went to retrieve it, locked the doors slightly more quickly the second time. and the girl yelped 'there she is again! look at her pink hair!' i smiled even more.
i caught the subway successfully, which is always nice, and met up with jessica and solangel in union square. we hung out for a while, and marvelled at the group of people dressed up in red and white striped jerseys and hats, like wally or waldo, depending where you're from (as in, 'where's wally/waldo'). we went to look for food, and wound up getting pizza, because it is, of course, new york, and pizza is plentiful and cheap. and then we returned to union square and busked for a couple of hours. we had some choice moments, like a couple of guys coming and standing right up in front of us just before i got to the 'the girls are crying and the boys are masturbating' line of shores of california. we got the most hat-love (well, ukulele-case-love) when we played creep. i knew we would. we made eight dollars something. we were content. we saw some other street performers, obviously, including a guy with an acoustic guitar and pirate hat and the moniker captain ronzo, i believe. there were tai chi people, breakdancers, an indie guy with a keytar and a bunch of hare krishnas making lovely but eventually mind-numbing bell music in the middle of the grassy area.
then we went in search of at&t so i could buy a sim card. success. and then i realised i needed to transfer money between my accounts in order to pay my rent. so we went in search of internet, and spent a fair amount of time in a starbucks, each with a passion shaken iced tea lemonade in hand and a lemon loaf that solangel bought but she split with me because she is an amazing person. we couldn't do what we needed to get done, so we continued our search, and happened upon a pizza AND bagel place (jessica exclaimed that it was a jew's wet dream. she is full of amazing things like that. also, she is jewish.) that also had computers with proper internet that you obvi had to pay for, but i did get the money transferred, and i obtained the necessary money so i won't be thrown on the street.
whilst online, i noticed tweets from katrina and beth regarding the ian harvie show, that beth had already said i should go to if it wasn't 21+. we decided to go check it out. solangel and i stayed for the show and bid jessica a fond farewell, and we sat in the back row of the pit, which is a excellent little tiny comedy venue, with katrina and beth and lydia-from-whitesmith. after the show, we all migrated to mustang sally's (i know, i know. i nearly sang, but i resisted) and the people old enough to had 'drinks' and some of them had appetizers, and solangel and i both stuck to water (although i shouldn't discredit soly as being underage, for she is not) and had some food (i was stuck with pizza again, for the grilled cheese pizza was the cheapest vegetarian appetizer of any sustenance, and i am poor). oh, and we were also in the company of kristin-another-whitesmith-intern-like-katrina-is, sarah-girlfriend-of-ian-who-performed and emily-white-amanda's-manager-and-therefore-also-whitesmith-person. yes. ask briar of six months ago if she'd be at this table? ha. (ian harvie, btw, is an extremely awesome transguy comedian who opens for margaret cho a lot (margaret is also on whitesmith)). oh, and the food and drinks wound up being paid for by the whitesmith corporate account. i love life.
then we finished dinner/drinks/whatever it was, and headed towards subways. beth and katrina decided bagels were going to happen. so they did, and we hung out in a little courtyard thing outside the bagel place in greenwich village eating amazing cinnamon raisin bagels with strawberry cream cheese (i started the trend, they followed) and talking and generally being happy (or at least, i was. i think the others were too). and we walked much longer than was needed to get to a subway station, but that was fine, because we saw excellent random things on the way, like a picture of santa with some kind of lethal looking gun and a cigar on a wall, and the strange probably-jesus art outside a bp, and all sorts of things.
and then we went home. and the day was over. and i went to sleep in my new york bed again.
it's so much more train-of-thought-ish.
so, yesterday. my first day as a fake-new-yorker. it was epic.
i woke up, confused as to my location for a moment. i've had quite a few of those moments, these last few months. i chilled in my room. i remembered that i can actually use hulu and the fox on demand feature of the fox website now. i was excited. no more chinese subtitles and feeling like a felon when i watch bones.
i went upstairs, i had a glass of water, beth made me try some of a pickle when i said i'd never had one. it was actually quite nice. i'm learning. we looked at PWT stuff that had appeared in the mail. she gave me keys, i ran downstairs and retrieved the one hundred that the montréal locksmith gave me when i asked politely and brianne was with me.
and then i took my sweet time locking the doors, because it's a challenge, and left the house.
it's a very black neighbourhood, and i think that beth has blogged something like 'i am gentrification' or something like that. or at least that we represent it. there was a family across the road, and i heard one little girl say 'look at that girl! i like her pink hair!'. i smiled. that's part of the reason i do it. i love kids' reactions, and those of people in general. then i realised i'd forgotten my ukulele, so i retraced the short distance i'd come and went to retrieve it, locked the doors slightly more quickly the second time. and the girl yelped 'there she is again! look at her pink hair!' i smiled even more.
i caught the subway successfully, which is always nice, and met up with jessica and solangel in union square. we hung out for a while, and marvelled at the group of people dressed up in red and white striped jerseys and hats, like wally or waldo, depending where you're from (as in, 'where's wally/waldo'). we went to look for food, and wound up getting pizza, because it is, of course, new york, and pizza is plentiful and cheap. and then we returned to union square and busked for a couple of hours. we had some choice moments, like a couple of guys coming and standing right up in front of us just before i got to the 'the girls are crying and the boys are masturbating' line of shores of california. we got the most hat-love (well, ukulele-case-love) when we played creep. i knew we would. we made eight dollars something. we were content. we saw some other street performers, obviously, including a guy with an acoustic guitar and pirate hat and the moniker captain ronzo, i believe. there were tai chi people, breakdancers, an indie guy with a keytar and a bunch of hare krishnas making lovely but eventually mind-numbing bell music in the middle of the grassy area.
then we went in search of at&t so i could buy a sim card. success. and then i realised i needed to transfer money between my accounts in order to pay my rent. so we went in search of internet, and spent a fair amount of time in a starbucks, each with a passion shaken iced tea lemonade in hand and a lemon loaf that solangel bought but she split with me because she is an amazing person. we couldn't do what we needed to get done, so we continued our search, and happened upon a pizza AND bagel place (jessica exclaimed that it was a jew's wet dream. she is full of amazing things like that. also, she is jewish.) that also had computers with proper internet that you obvi had to pay for, but i did get the money transferred, and i obtained the necessary money so i won't be thrown on the street.
whilst online, i noticed tweets from katrina and beth regarding the ian harvie show, that beth had already said i should go to if it wasn't 21+. we decided to go check it out. solangel and i stayed for the show and bid jessica a fond farewell, and we sat in the back row of the pit, which is a excellent little tiny comedy venue, with katrina and beth and lydia-from-whitesmith. after the show, we all migrated to mustang sally's (i know, i know. i nearly sang, but i resisted) and the people old enough to had 'drinks' and some of them had appetizers, and solangel and i both stuck to water (although i shouldn't discredit soly as being underage, for she is not) and had some food (i was stuck with pizza again, for the grilled cheese pizza was the cheapest vegetarian appetizer of any sustenance, and i am poor). oh, and we were also in the company of kristin-another-whitesmith-intern-like-katrina-is, sarah-girlfriend-of-ian-who-performed and emily-white-amanda's-manager-and-therefore-also-whitesmith-person. yes. ask briar of six months ago if she'd be at this table? ha. (ian harvie, btw, is an extremely awesome transguy comedian who opens for margaret cho a lot (margaret is also on whitesmith)). oh, and the food and drinks wound up being paid for by the whitesmith corporate account. i love life.
then we finished dinner/drinks/whatever it was, and headed towards subways. beth and katrina decided bagels were going to happen. so they did, and we hung out in a little courtyard thing outside the bagel place in greenwich village eating amazing cinnamon raisin bagels with strawberry cream cheese (i started the trend, they followed) and talking and generally being happy (or at least, i was. i think the others were too). and we walked much longer than was needed to get to a subway station, but that was fine, because we saw excellent random things on the way, like a picture of santa with some kind of lethal looking gun and a cigar on a wall, and the strange probably-jesus art outside a bp, and all sorts of things.
and then we went home. and the day was over. and i went to sleep in my new york bed again.