Neva, Rakie, and a bag of cotton candy: on the next episode of America's Most Wanted
I have been asked to update.
It's the fifth of June, and it's not raining today. Beautiful. While in Ohio I witnessed several thunder and lightning and rain type storms, but I've now been in New York for two weeks, and it has been raining on a daily basis almost the entire time. Last week I was forced to buy an umbrella at the Fifth Avenue Walgreens, which as I've said before is located at the bottom of the Empire State Building.
I left the city on Sunday afternoon, and have not been back since. Staying in the village of Bayville, on Long Island, with my best friend's family - lacking only, of course, said friend. It's been a very lazy few days. I slept late, watched TV, watched movies, drew, ate, played Tetris, and read. Lounged about in my pyjamas. Missed my friends. Et cetera.
I really am enjoying it here. It's the first time on my trip that I've truly been lounging around, because in the city I felt the responsibile to go out and see things, and in Ohio I was doing stuff with Michelle while Rorie was at work. Now, of course, how much lounging is good for the soul? There must be a limit. So I do suppose that in the next week I will get off my ass and back on the train so that I can do some hardcore museuming. But really, I've kind of lost interest in Manhattan. It's a cool city, yeah, but I just have no particular love for it. I do enjoy the highly sensible way in which it is laid out, though; only took me a few days to get a general sense of direction and basic grasp of the street layout. "Uptown" and "downtown" actually make sense here. It does get a bit haphazard in the older parts, but seriously, it makes sense here. Not to mention the expansive public transit and the widely available city-run taxi service. I tell you, kids who grew up trying to figure out what the fuck San Francisco's all about, one way streets and no parking and 80 and 101 and 580 and the wrong bridges all seducing you with their crazy east/west talk, New Yorkers fuckin have it MADE. This city is the shit, as far as transportation goes. (Driving, apparently, not so much -- parking's much more expensive here -- but STILL it's gotta be so much harder to get lost than in SF which is, like, made for it.) I still have yet to hang out in any other borough although one of my missions for next week is to track down the BFBC Brooklyn if it kills me. I did some looking into sublets but they don't come cheap, and by cheap I mean at all affordable. There is one - a dorm-stylee double that Kero and I were originally going to get before she decided to live at home for the summer, for $825/month through 10th August, but I got no roommate and I figure it's just as well. It's a nice place to visit, but I don't really need to live there. At least not now.
Running around New England will commence once I get my act together. I think I may take the Greyhound home so as to see as much of this great nation as possible, but it's not set in stone.
As much as I really wanted to leave home, honestly -- that's mostly just what I was after. Leaving for sure, but arriving? My entire life, I've known that I hated being alone. Being alone plus 3,000 miles? Genius. Don't get me wrong. I'm not sorry I left, and I am having fun. There are just some fundamental flaws to the whole plan.
Eh, I'll live.
I love the Kellys. They have been super wonderful to me, opening their home, feeding me, treating me to things, and showing me around. As far as pretend families go, they can't be beat. I do feel sort of weird about occupying the space that Rorie left a year ago - like am I retarded or what? - but it is very pretty here and basically provides all the coziness of living at home with none of the hating the parents, etc. Also, I appreciate the opportunity to meet Neva on level ground - not as my best friend's kid sister but as my own friend and pretend sister. Since I am also the youngest of two girls, I can relate to her while still kicking her ass in our ongoing Magical Tetris tournament (current standings are me: 60, her: 15).
Anybody out there know of any rooming or housing opportunities in the North Bay in late summer/fall 03? This trip makes me want even more just to come back and move straight into the Berkeley area, which honestly I am considering doing, but the JC...We shall see, I suppose, depending on what comes up. So, I amend my statement. North or East Bays. What's the word, slices of home?
My one complaint is that I have no cell phone reception here, and I really miss my peeps, so if for some crrrrazy reason you want to call me, or did call me and I didn't answer or return your calls -- I can't help it. Email me and I will give you a landline. Or email me anyways. I'll regale you with tales of crazy cats. Trust me. I'm an expert on the subject by now.
pizzeace (oh, snap)
P.S. I have developed a Long Island accent. Christd.
P.P.S. "Yo, where do you think you're going? What, just because you fly business class you think you own the whole fuckin airport? Get back here. You got past security without a boarding pass? You got no boarding pass, we got no plane. Hablo espanol? Hablo this."
It's the fifth of June, and it's not raining today. Beautiful. While in Ohio I witnessed several thunder and lightning and rain type storms, but I've now been in New York for two weeks, and it has been raining on a daily basis almost the entire time. Last week I was forced to buy an umbrella at the Fifth Avenue Walgreens, which as I've said before is located at the bottom of the Empire State Building.
I left the city on Sunday afternoon, and have not been back since. Staying in the village of Bayville, on Long Island, with my best friend's family - lacking only, of course, said friend. It's been a very lazy few days. I slept late, watched TV, watched movies, drew, ate, played Tetris, and read. Lounged about in my pyjamas. Missed my friends. Et cetera.
I really am enjoying it here. It's the first time on my trip that I've truly been lounging around, because in the city I felt the responsibile to go out and see things, and in Ohio I was doing stuff with Michelle while Rorie was at work. Now, of course, how much lounging is good for the soul? There must be a limit. So I do suppose that in the next week I will get off my ass and back on the train so that I can do some hardcore museuming. But really, I've kind of lost interest in Manhattan. It's a cool city, yeah, but I just have no particular love for it. I do enjoy the highly sensible way in which it is laid out, though; only took me a few days to get a general sense of direction and basic grasp of the street layout. "Uptown" and "downtown" actually make sense here. It does get a bit haphazard in the older parts, but seriously, it makes sense here. Not to mention the expansive public transit and the widely available city-run taxi service. I tell you, kids who grew up trying to figure out what the fuck San Francisco's all about, one way streets and no parking and 80 and 101 and 580 and the wrong bridges all seducing you with their crazy east/west talk, New Yorkers fuckin have it MADE. This city is the shit, as far as transportation goes. (Driving, apparently, not so much -- parking's much more expensive here -- but STILL it's gotta be so much harder to get lost than in SF which is, like, made for it.) I still have yet to hang out in any other borough although one of my missions for next week is to track down the BFBC Brooklyn if it kills me. I did some looking into sublets but they don't come cheap, and by cheap I mean at all affordable. There is one - a dorm-stylee double that Kero and I were originally going to get before she decided to live at home for the summer, for $825/month through 10th August, but I got no roommate and I figure it's just as well. It's a nice place to visit, but I don't really need to live there. At least not now.
Running around New England will commence once I get my act together. I think I may take the Greyhound home so as to see as much of this great nation as possible, but it's not set in stone.
As much as I really wanted to leave home, honestly -- that's mostly just what I was after. Leaving for sure, but arriving? My entire life, I've known that I hated being alone. Being alone plus 3,000 miles? Genius. Don't get me wrong. I'm not sorry I left, and I am having fun. There are just some fundamental flaws to the whole plan.
Eh, I'll live.
I love the Kellys. They have been super wonderful to me, opening their home, feeding me, treating me to things, and showing me around. As far as pretend families go, they can't be beat. I do feel sort of weird about occupying the space that Rorie left a year ago - like am I retarded or what? - but it is very pretty here and basically provides all the coziness of living at home with none of the hating the parents, etc. Also, I appreciate the opportunity to meet Neva on level ground - not as my best friend's kid sister but as my own friend and pretend sister. Since I am also the youngest of two girls, I can relate to her while still kicking her ass in our ongoing Magical Tetris tournament (current standings are me: 60, her: 15).
Anybody out there know of any rooming or housing opportunities in the North Bay in late summer/fall 03? This trip makes me want even more just to come back and move straight into the Berkeley area, which honestly I am considering doing, but the JC...We shall see, I suppose, depending on what comes up. So, I amend my statement. North or East Bays. What's the word, slices of home?
My one complaint is that I have no cell phone reception here, and I really miss my peeps, so if for some crrrrazy reason you want to call me, or did call me and I didn't answer or return your calls -- I can't help it. Email me and I will give you a landline. Or email me anyways. I'll regale you with tales of crazy cats. Trust me. I'm an expert on the subject by now.
pizzeace (oh, snap)
P.S. I have developed a Long Island accent. Christd.
P.P.S. "Yo, where do you think you're going? What, just because you fly business class you think you own the whole fuckin airport? Get back here. You got past security without a boarding pass? You got no boarding pass, we got no plane. Hablo espanol? Hablo this."