new york ramblings (of the physical and the mental varieties)
tis my birthday. (ok, so that was supposed to say 'its', but i was too lazy to go back and correct it)
i'm in nyc... the big apple (uh, where the hell did that expression come from?) and loving it, although becoming more and more broke as the days pass. stupid expenditures! but it's great.
friday night arrival = much alcoholism with my cousin here at her place at 88th and Broadway (i LOVE the upper west side!) saturday was wandering/walkabout/central park/west village day, including cocktails at Otto's, a great pseudo-swanky bar/cocktail hour place. i loved it, but it broke the bank. then dinner at fantabulous cafe around the corner from cousin em's with real italian owner speaking to us in Italian, though hopefully not expecting us to understand.
today, much more relaxed, brunch this AM, fantastic, then bed bath and beyond, followed by chillaxing afternoon of west wing (addiction. need counseling, i know). tonight got to dine w. julia k, fantastic mcgilligan (ooh. bad nickname. mcgillite is better) in the east village, just north of soho. did some minor gifty-shopping for the 'rents and the sibs, for un-birthday goodness, since they'd better all be getting me birthday goodness (23 tomorrow, woohoo!)and then metro-ed my way home. (alone. wooh. i can totally tackle the NYC MTA alone! i rock.)
tomorrow, cousin is working, but im headed down to ellis island museum i think for the day (maybe statue of liberty too?) and then back here when she gets off work around 5 for cocktails at 'her' bar, and then train home from penn station at 8.20, back into albany by 11pm, driving back to home to work bright and somewhat early tuesday.
this will immegietly be followed by being reamed out by my fantastically moody boss who's somehow decided that i can do nothing right, but this only in the past month, when i've been working there since september and havn't changed anything (except for the whole getting BETTER at my job thing) and yet, suddenly, i'm a terrible,horrible no-good, very bad employee. woooo hoo. ie, totally not looking forward to going home. well, not the going home, just the going back to work. ewww.
ok, for now, i believe it's bedtime. book, then bed. you should all call me in the middle of the night to wish me a happy birthday. 'cause, no fooling, i love love love being woken up by people who love me. it's sad, but so true. i'm gonna pretend that it's cause sleep dosnt matter, but we both know it's cause i'm so insecure that i'm desperate for all the love i can get regardless of the time of day. twisted sister am i? totally.
i'm in nyc... the big apple (uh, where the hell did that expression come from?) and loving it, although becoming more and more broke as the days pass. stupid expenditures! but it's great.
friday night arrival = much alcoholism with my cousin here at her place at 88th and Broadway (i LOVE the upper west side!) saturday was wandering/walkabout/central park/west village day, including cocktails at Otto's, a great pseudo-swanky bar/cocktail hour place. i loved it, but it broke the bank. then dinner at fantabulous cafe around the corner from cousin em's with real italian owner speaking to us in Italian, though hopefully not expecting us to understand.
today, much more relaxed, brunch this AM, fantastic, then bed bath and beyond, followed by chillaxing afternoon of west wing (addiction. need counseling, i know). tonight got to dine w. julia k, fantastic mcgilligan (ooh. bad nickname. mcgillite is better) in the east village, just north of soho. did some minor gifty-shopping for the 'rents and the sibs, for un-birthday goodness, since they'd better all be getting me birthday goodness (23 tomorrow, woohoo!)and then metro-ed my way home. (alone. wooh. i can totally tackle the NYC MTA alone! i rock.)
tomorrow, cousin is working, but im headed down to ellis island museum i think for the day (maybe statue of liberty too?) and then back here when she gets off work around 5 for cocktails at 'her' bar, and then train home from penn station at 8.20, back into albany by 11pm, driving back to home to work bright and somewhat early tuesday.
this will immegietly be followed by being reamed out by my fantastically moody boss who's somehow decided that i can do nothing right, but this only in the past month, when i've been working there since september and havn't changed anything (except for the whole getting BETTER at my job thing) and yet, suddenly, i'm a terrible,horrible no-good, very bad employee. woooo hoo. ie, totally not looking forward to going home. well, not the going home, just the going back to work. ewww.
ok, for now, i believe it's bedtime. book, then bed. you should all call me in the middle of the night to wish me a happy birthday. 'cause, no fooling, i love love love being woken up by people who love me. it's sad, but so true. i'm gonna pretend that it's cause sleep dosnt matter, but we both know it's cause i'm so insecure that i'm desperate for all the love i can get regardless of the time of day. twisted sister am i? totally.