Where do I start? Well, first, these past two weeks have been the best of my life, because the people I’m with just keep getting better and better. Exhaustive days spent running errands for my internship are often coupled with late dinners in the Village with Matt or in Union Square with Mo, Daniel, Jess, Terence, and whoever else makes an entrance. In the past few days, I’ve (re)discovered: Fort Totten, Chelsea Market, South Street Seaport, Scions, Cherry Valley, that other place across from Cherry Valley, 5 Ptz, P.S.1, Angelica Kitchen, Red Bamboo, Lincoln Square Cinemas, Lincoln Square B&N, iced Chai lattes, fiction (Michael Chabon, Nicole Krauss, and my usual favorite, Jonathan Safran Foer), long subway rides, The L Mag, free concerts, Tribeca, Cranium, ice cream cake, Chinatown, sleeping for nine hours, and sometimes not sleeping for more than twenty four.
AKA a completely irrelevant title for a blog entry.
Then again, the title is somewhat related because the mentioned object represents an unexpected turn of my evening.
To explain: the wrapped wine was meant as a gift for my best friend David at his/Ryan/Jamie Chen’s Apartmentwarming party in Washington Heights; but there was an oncoming thunderstorm, and I didn’t want to make the two hour commute while expecting such bad weather. So I brought the package home, where it lay on my marble top kitchen counter as I watched an episode of Sex and the City and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with my girls. Satisfied with my wine samplings, a few friends trickled out into the midnight; the remaining few (Jess, Monna, myself) checked e-mails and Facebook, exchanged clothing, talked about love lives, and swatted swarms of green bugs as we strolled outdoors.
Me: What do you do when you’re at home?
Her: Sleep.
Me: How much do you sleep every day? Twelve hours?
Her: Uh… fifteen.
This is a random list of things that my best friends and I have done today:
- Called me and my house (respectively) Santa and Santa’s House.
This is because I am hospitable and give them: Breyer’s coffee ice cream, Ferrero Rocher chocolates, Lip Smackers Starburst, sunglasses, a pair of green faux suede boots, a pair of white faux leather pointy boots, Poland Spring water bottle, DVDs, cable internet, and bottles of French wine. - Talked about people that they don’t keep in touch with, people who make strange or awesome friends, and people who suck because they just do.
- Watched Sex and the City and talked about the characters/actresses.
This includes: Why are Carrie’s outfits so outrageous? Who’s the best guy in the show? Yo, Samantha’s outfits are so flashy; but she makes them work! Did you hear about Kristin Davis’s sex tape? I didn’t realize that the actresses have such estranged relationships. SJP lived with RDJ for seven years! - Sliced oranges on my newly unwrapped apple cutting board.
- Sat on laptops and talked online while sitting next to each other.
- Contemplated a BBQ, then realized that about five others are going on today.
- Visited Gino’s, seasoned a slice with tons of spices and garlic, missed then made plans to eat the much larger slices at Koronets.
- Talked about activism and school, i.e. the Columbia hunger strike.
- Bought and cooked food (pasta, muenster, tomato & egg) together.
Last year, a friend and I went to a hookah bar on 12th St. and 1st Ave. I was feeling a little down and wanted to get off campus, so I figured a little Turkish wine and hashish couldn’t hurt. Little did I know that the combination would prove deadly. I still don’t know if it was the wine or the hookah or both. Eventually, my friend spent the rest of his evening barfing out two cabs onto the highway. and I spent the next day with my face pressed into a plastic garbage bag, gagging up my entire insides until the only thing left was dry spit. To this day, I prefer cigarettes over hookah. At least cigarette smoke doesn’t have the sickly sweetness that makes me want to heave.
