Thursday, October 20, 2005
New York Fuckin City
I Finally made it to the Big Apple. The travels weren’t without trial or tribulation: coming to New York during a Biblical rain storm, movers from hell that charged me through the nose, a cell bill that will bankrupt me, and starting a new job without a phone or computer.
But I’m a new Yorker now –I’m tough. I managed to live through the white knuckle flight that made my arrival seem more like Othello’s arrival into Cyprus than a triumphal return. The movers eventually came and I was able to get my apartment together in a couple of days. The new job, so far, is relatively cool. . . there’s a lot of work to do and I will eventually be doing a lot of it.
And now that I’m on the Upper East Side, I was able to go for a job in Central Park over the weekend. Running by the Great Lawn, little bridges, and lakes with the skyline over the horizon I thought to myself: “I’m finally here – back in New York.”
Over the weekend I went out to the great Metropolitan Opera with Max and his mother to see Verdi’s Falstaff, which was fantastic. Afterwards Max and I met up with Rob for drinks and dancing in the Village. We had a ball. The following day I went out for brunch with Sonya then to the Village again with Rob. This city just keeps ya pumpin’!
And now, with this return, I’m able to change this blog to something a little more New York.
But I’m a new Yorker now –I’m tough. I managed to live through the white knuckle flight that made my arrival seem more like Othello’s arrival into Cyprus than a triumphal return. The movers eventually came and I was able to get my apartment together in a couple of days. The new job, so far, is relatively cool. . . there’s a lot of work to do and I will eventually be doing a lot of it.
And now that I’m on the Upper East Side, I was able to go for a job in Central Park over the weekend. Running by the Great Lawn, little bridges, and lakes with the skyline over the horizon I thought to myself: “I’m finally here – back in New York.”
Over the weekend I went out to the great Metropolitan Opera with Max and his mother to see Verdi’s Falstaff, which was fantastic. Afterwards Max and I met up with Rob for drinks and dancing in the Village. We had a ball. The following day I went out for brunch with Sonya then to the Village again with Rob. This city just keeps ya pumpin’!
And now, with this return, I’m able to change this blog to something a little more New York.
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