Are you hungry?
Well good. That was the whole point of making you wait so long for another post. That, and I've had an eventful holiday weekend. On Wednesday I went to the taping of The Late Show with David Letterman, courtesy of my awesome Auntie Emily. Claire Danes was on, and the entire time I had to fight the urge to shout, "I LOVE YOU ANGELA CHASE!" I am sad to report that I did not make good on my resolution to fight Paul Shafer if ever in the same room as him. I blame it on paralysis due to the shock of seeing an old man in a leather suit with a bedazzled tie.
On Thursday, Austin overslept the 8:30 train (which is why a narcoleptic should never claim he will wake up at 6am to travel) and rolled into Penn Station around 1pm. I showed Austin the neighborhood (and shopped for snacks) while David literally ran to pick up our food. Yes, I cooked some of the Thanksgiving dinner (hello wild rice stuffing and fresh cranberry sauce) but since our oven is too small for a Turkey (and I don't like to touch animal bodies, although I do like to eat them) I had the turkey and some sides made by a quant little bistro nearby. You might have heard of it, it's called Boston Market. We were joined at our meal by Adam and Will, David's co-workers and fellow Midwesterners who are also new to the city. Will is from Detroit and Adam is from--wait for it--Brainerd, Minnesota.
On Friday Austin and I had a full day. We found a few parks that he had his heart set on seeing. This was not an easy task seeing as how Austin is a grad student at Penn and so "finding a park" means "finding a small and secluded example of landscape architecture that no New Yorker has ever heard of." Here, there is only one park worth mentioning. We found them and they were well worth the long walk and the blistering wind. We also went to the Neue Museum, which features German and Austrian art. I know, Germans? If you didn't know, my hate for the Germans is outweighed only by my love of Austrians, and Austin wanted to see an exhibit on Austrian Egon Schiele, so that is what we did.
Austin left on Saturday...he told me to wake him up at 8:30 which of course meant that he woke up at 10:30 and caught the 1:55 train because he and David wouldn't do anything until I left the apartment to fetch donuts. I was sad to see Austin leave. Being 7 years his junior, I've spent much of my life idolizing Austin and begging him to be my friend. And it finally happened! My brother really is the coolest! Meghan has been deposed and now I, the lowly middle child, have finally fallen into Stinky's good graces!
This weekend I had a lot to be thankful for. Two months ago I was sitting on the floor in this apartment, eating my "meals" off of plastic boxes and crying because I didn't have a job much less a couch. Now I have a rockin futon for all of my favorite people to sleep on when they visit and a job that keeps my bills paid and my tummy full. What else am I thankful for? Cameras!
This is the street where I live.
And this is what my apartment building looked like last week. To quote Jimmy, "Someone threw their apartment out of their window. And into their front yard."
Aut, Henry, and Jack. Giving the peace sign is the first indication that you are entering your awkward stage. Sorry, Jack.
Aut on the roof of my building.
Austin and I stumbled upon this structure, a memorial for the Irish famine.
There were no starving Irish at Apt 9. And yes, that is a turkey breast shoved into a tin foil pan. Don't judge me.
The first little park we found. Success!
In case this is too hard to read: "Please do not break lock. Please use key." Because I mean, you CAN break into the building, but just don't, okay?
The full view of our little apartment. As seen from the toilet. Well, Ma! You wanted to see it!
I have not only been deposed, I have been unceremoniously DUMPED. That bastard doesn't even call me anymore.
Nice apartment, by the way. It's very cute.
Damn it. That is the longest thing I've ever read. I tried to summarize it for a friend and I forgot who I was for an hour.
this side of paradise made me want to drop out of princeton, you know, had i ever been enrolled.
Austin was lying: your apartment is NOT a slum. It's so urban. So hip. So Seinfeld. As for Austin, I can't believe he is still wearing that PLAID jacket. Perhaps Santa will bring him a new jacket. Why did I ever send his Irish Wax Jacket to the Salvation Army. Now that was classy (and it had plaid on the inside).
So i forget to call you up a couple times and now i am no longer your favorite borther. i will remember that when you ask me for somthing....like a ride to the mall cuz i totally have a lisence.................nevermind.
I decided to read some of the back entries and stumbled on this one--I'm so jealous that you go to go to the Egon Schiele exhibit. My boyfriend and I were thinking of flying out to see it, but in the end decided it was too much money between the hotels and plane tickets to spend on a weekend. Even a Schielian one. Sigh.
Yeah, getting here and staying here is often more expensive than just living here in a lot of ways. I wish I could say that Schiele was my idea, but it was my older brother who opened my eyes to it.