today was beautiful
I am in my brother's dorm room at Hunter College in Manhattan in NYC. My parents suggested that I go to New York over the Mardi Gras break, and I gladly accepted - they booked a flight for me to leave on tuesday morning and go back home sometime on saturday.
Yesterday.
The first plane I boarded, upon everyone sitting, loading luggage and whatnot, was declared to have a malfunction that could not be fixed, and so one of the sassy flight attendant dramatically announced that the flight was cancelled - she made it out to be worse than it seemed, because they simply moved us to another plane to fly up. Only a slight delay - I slept well on the plane and read some of my book. All was well.
I arrived and split cab fare with some lady my mom was friends with who was also on the flight. She was nice enough and saved me 15 smackers. Chris advised me to go to the Hunter College student resource center - refered to as the SRC, it was full of spicy latinos putting up posters about womens rights and stuff about stuff - interesting atmosphere. Chris and I met up and we walked to the dorm, dropped my shit off and hung out with two of his floor mates - Adam and Adam - they were fun. Adam decided to grind pepper all over Adam's room and so Adam is now plotting his revenge. Adam Adam Adam Adam. After those shennanigans me chris and the Adam that got pwned went out and got some thai (we all had the Pad variety) at the Lemongrass grill. Note: the guitar center here in NY is much cooler than the one in NOLA, someone needs to fix that.
We got home and I went to bed at around 11:00 because I was tired. Chris refered to me as his "tuckered out little lamb" because i wasn't out partying in the hall and playing some xbox live enabled halo 2.
At around 5 or so A.M. Chris hopped on in the bed with me and we slept (head to head... I was too tired to protest... no spooning though... that would just be too wierd).
(chris reads over my shoulder "Yo we did spoon..." "Oh really?" "Nah..." "Oh allright.")
Today.
Today was beautiful. We woke at around 2:30 P.M. and Chris decided to skip his internship thingie at NY Press so he could take me out. We went to Chinatown, as today marks the Chinese New Year. After getting off of the subway, it was immediately apparent that today was no ordinary day in Chinatown. As I looked up to embrace the whole area, I saw literally thousands upon thousands of tiny pieces of ticker tape floating through the air. Everywhere faces were smiling - people laughing. We walked a half block or block and fouund the source of all the tickertape. This was an easy find, as there were perhaps 50+ people all surrounding a trinket shop and the five salesmen actively attracting the customers. You see, these five men were the the source of all of the tickertape. Ok, so you know those tiny little "champagne bottle thingies" that shoot out the streamers and stuff... imagine those but much much much bigger - they were tickertape cannons that shot out super big loads of tickertape.
Anyway, so me and Chris just stood there for twenty minutes and watched all the tape fall and it was beautiful. Little kids throwing it around, catching parachute men, laughing. I have a list of shit I'd like and fuck the Ipod - first thing i want is a nice camera - a digital slr if economically feasible.
This is a pic from chinatown - one of chris's friends had a camera and snapped it for us. Such sweet memories.
After that we saw some of chris' friends and we stopped for some grub. Wanton soupey stuff. Fanta Orange. Good food.
After we finnished eating, the light was darker, and I got a call from Michael. He's in New York as well, and Mark (see Michael's dad) told Michael to find his own place to sleep for the night - what an idiot - well, we met up with Michael and he is staying with me and Note tonight, perhaps he'll hop in the bed with us. When Chris was out hanging with a chick friend, me and Michael were feasting on the leftovers from last night's Pad Thai. It was remarkably tasty (if not -er). Mike tried he stick some of it to the roof of the room but no dice. Michael was the self declared winner of the 40 race.
Something I forgot - I got a pair of shoes from Chris' shoe dealer - a pair of white leatherish Converse All Stars - they're sweet and were only 12 bucks. Boris is the man - he is a guy who moved to the states from russia some 15 years ago. He has a small 5 foot wide by maybe 15 feet deep cut out of a building where he has hundreds of pairs of shoes around to be bought. I'll tell you more about him later - chris is going to do an interview article thingie for school about him, and i'll show you that.
This is all for now, but I'm sure I'll post more later.
Yesterday.
The first plane I boarded, upon everyone sitting, loading luggage and whatnot, was declared to have a malfunction that could not be fixed, and so one of the sassy flight attendant dramatically announced that the flight was cancelled - she made it out to be worse than it seemed, because they simply moved us to another plane to fly up. Only a slight delay - I slept well on the plane and read some of my book. All was well.
I arrived and split cab fare with some lady my mom was friends with who was also on the flight. She was nice enough and saved me 15 smackers. Chris advised me to go to the Hunter College student resource center - refered to as the SRC, it was full of spicy latinos putting up posters about womens rights and stuff about stuff - interesting atmosphere. Chris and I met up and we walked to the dorm, dropped my shit off and hung out with two of his floor mates - Adam and Adam - they were fun. Adam decided to grind pepper all over Adam's room and so Adam is now plotting his revenge. Adam Adam Adam Adam. After those shennanigans me chris and the Adam that got pwned went out and got some thai (we all had the Pad variety) at the Lemongrass grill. Note: the guitar center here in NY is much cooler than the one in NOLA, someone needs to fix that.
We got home and I went to bed at around 11:00 because I was tired. Chris refered to me as his "tuckered out little lamb" because i wasn't out partying in the hall and playing some xbox live enabled halo 2.
At around 5 or so A.M. Chris hopped on in the bed with me and we slept (head to head... I was too tired to protest... no spooning though... that would just be too wierd).
(chris reads over my shoulder "Yo we did spoon..." "Oh really?" "Nah..." "Oh allright.")
Today.
Today was beautiful. We woke at around 2:30 P.M. and Chris decided to skip his internship thingie at NY Press so he could take me out. We went to Chinatown, as today marks the Chinese New Year. After getting off of the subway, it was immediately apparent that today was no ordinary day in Chinatown. As I looked up to embrace the whole area, I saw literally thousands upon thousands of tiny pieces of ticker tape floating through the air. Everywhere faces were smiling - people laughing. We walked a half block or block and fouund the source of all the tickertape. This was an easy find, as there were perhaps 50+ people all surrounding a trinket shop and the five salesmen actively attracting the customers. You see, these five men were the the source of all of the tickertape. Ok, so you know those tiny little "champagne bottle thingies" that shoot out the streamers and stuff... imagine those but much much much bigger - they were tickertape cannons that shot out super big loads of tickertape.
Anyway, so me and Chris just stood there for twenty minutes and watched all the tape fall and it was beautiful. Little kids throwing it around, catching parachute men, laughing. I have a list of shit I'd like and fuck the Ipod - first thing i want is a nice camera - a digital slr if economically feasible.
This is a pic from chinatown - one of chris's friends had a camera and snapped it for us. Such sweet memories.
After that we saw some of chris' friends and we stopped for some grub. Wanton soupey stuff. Fanta Orange. Good food.
After we finnished eating, the light was darker, and I got a call from Michael. He's in New York as well, and Mark (see Michael's dad) told Michael to find his own place to sleep for the night - what an idiot - well, we met up with Michael and he is staying with me and Note tonight, perhaps he'll hop in the bed with us. When Chris was out hanging with a chick friend, me and Michael were feasting on the leftovers from last night's Pad Thai. It was remarkably tasty (if not -er). Mike tried he stick some of it to the roof of the room but no dice. Michael was the self declared winner of the 40 race.
Something I forgot - I got a pair of shoes from Chris' shoe dealer - a pair of white leatherish Converse All Stars - they're sweet and were only 12 bucks. Boris is the man - he is a guy who moved to the states from russia some 15 years ago. He has a small 5 foot wide by maybe 15 feet deep cut out of a building where he has hundreds of pairs of shoes around to be bought. I'll tell you more about him later - chris is going to do an interview article thingie for school about him, and i'll show you that.
This is all for now, but I'm sure I'll post more later.