manhattan water torture and more stories.
i came home to my nyc studio to the sound of rain in my kitchen. i don't know wtf goes on upstairs when i visit dc, but this is the second time in four months that i've returned to a waterlogged apartment. good thing i only use my kitchen for storage during the school year. i had to don my gumboots and open up an umbrella in order to get a fork for dinner. true story. sal, the super, is on the job.
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paul: "can you come down for grey's anatomy premiere - only 9 days. EEEEEEEEEE!!!"
the answer to that question at 9 days was a resounding "uh, no, i'm not coming down to dc for the premiere of a television show." seven days later, after six all-nighters, i decided that my life needed a little silly sponteneity and an escape from new york. the fact that aja was making the trip up from virginee sealed the deal, and off i went after work on wednesday for what came to be known as reliving the "good times we never had." for me, i'm used to having the crew in attendance (aja, paul, alex, and co.) whenever i'm in for the weekend... so nothing seemed to have changed. it was an evening of premieres: the office, grey's anatomy, and then six degrees... i forget how fun it is to watch tv with your own personal peanut gallery. it sure beats rushing home after your 9pm class to catch the last 15 minutes of your favorite shows by yourself.
(digression: the term peanut gallery does not have anything to do with the peanuts gang. i'm a little saddened by this factoid, as i always have a mental picture of charlie brown and co. whenever that phrase is used.)
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there is a vegan burrito cart on the corner of K and 15th, pedro and vinny's, that i am absolutely fiending right now. i would appreciate anyone in the dc metro area sending one to me in packed ice overnight express, asap. mango salsa please. no refried beans.
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going from a relaxed house party in dc to the delancey in the lower east side was a bit of a culture shock. i'm not one to wait in line to pay for overpriced liquor and bad dancing... get me to a pubbery instead. ah, new york... when are we going to fall in love again? this is like the last days of a very drawn-out breakup... everyone is on edge and no one wants to say anything about it. i need a few good fall days, sitting in a cafe getting my learn on, some walks in central park, and a dry kitchen. maybe there will be a renaissance. michigan, tuck, and darden are looking reeaalllyyy good right now.
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paul: "can you come down for grey's anatomy premiere - only 9 days. EEEEEEEEEE!!!"
the answer to that question at 9 days was a resounding "uh, no, i'm not coming down to dc for the premiere of a television show." seven days later, after six all-nighters, i decided that my life needed a little silly sponteneity and an escape from new york. the fact that aja was making the trip up from virginee sealed the deal, and off i went after work on wednesday for what came to be known as reliving the "good times we never had." for me, i'm used to having the crew in attendance (aja, paul, alex, and co.) whenever i'm in for the weekend... so nothing seemed to have changed. it was an evening of premieres: the office, grey's anatomy, and then six degrees... i forget how fun it is to watch tv with your own personal peanut gallery. it sure beats rushing home after your 9pm class to catch the last 15 minutes of your favorite shows by yourself.
(digression: the term peanut gallery does not have anything to do with the peanuts gang. i'm a little saddened by this factoid, as i always have a mental picture of charlie brown and co. whenever that phrase is used.)
***
there is a vegan burrito cart on the corner of K and 15th, pedro and vinny's, that i am absolutely fiending right now. i would appreciate anyone in the dc metro area sending one to me in packed ice overnight express, asap. mango salsa please. no refried beans.
***
going from a relaxed house party in dc to the delancey in the lower east side was a bit of a culture shock. i'm not one to wait in line to pay for overpriced liquor and bad dancing... get me to a pubbery instead. ah, new york... when are we going to fall in love again? this is like the last days of a very drawn-out breakup... everyone is on edge and no one wants to say anything about it. i need a few good fall days, sitting in a cafe getting my learn on, some walks in central park, and a dry kitchen. maybe there will be a renaissance. michigan, tuck, and darden are looking reeaalllyyy good right now.
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