New York is beautiful and amazing and wonderful and freezing. Beyond freezing. It's hovering around -10˚C, but it feels like -18˚C, according to weather.com. Yesterday it was warm enough to wear my leather jacket. What happened???
My second night in town, I went with my parents to see Joan Wasser and Joseph Arthur at the Bowery Ballroom, which rocked (especially being at a "reserved" table rather than being in the crush. And, Joan called my mom a "babe," so it must be true!) They recorded the concert and were selling CDs afterwards, so, unlike my parents, I stuck around until the end and got one. One of the computers crashed, so it took longer than they expected, but I was wide awake and didn't mind. I started to walk home, but I decided I was hungry and by sheer luck I was able to find Mark as he stumbled out of a bar in the East Village. (Okay, he didn't stumble until I went up from behind and pushed him over!) We went over to the newly redone Kiev and had borsht, perogies, smoked fish, and 2-for-1 martinis. (I needed to get sleepy, and a beet martini seemed like a good idea). At 2:30, I was still pretty hyped up. When I got home, my mother was sitting around worrying.
Other than that, I've shopped, eaten latkes, seen a show about Molly Picon, seen Bishop Allen play, tried to stop saying "yo" after my sentences or using Japanese at all with non-Japanese speakers, marveled at our gorgeous supermarkets, and gotten a haircut. I love New York, I remember now...
I know everyone reading this doesn't care about New York - you already live here. But don't want to get out of the habit.
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