Well, it was beautiful in Florida, warm and relaxing.
NYC was, well, NYC. Crazy, brilliant, fast, sleep deprived. I loved it. Not every second. I definitely had a couple moments, where I acted the part of the wide eyed naive girl in the big city. I believe the drink may have affected this. But anything can happen there, and there is always a new experience right around the corner.
My favorite thing to do in NYC is walk, listening to music and take in the city. I got back to the hotel one morning after going out all night, and threw on my running shoes, my mp3 player and walked. It was my last day there and I had enough cash for the subway ride to the airport and $.66 in my checking account. I grabbed a Raw Bar (lara bar - thank god I brought some along) and spent a few hours walking as the day came alive. That day literally cost nothing and was the most fufilling. My baby mp3 was filled with Calla, STARS and John Vanderslice. It was the perfect soundtrack for the city. NYC inspires me, drives me, dares me to try to make it.
I still hope that someday I can live there. In the far future maybe. I think I may be too laid back and content to make it in there. Maybe someday though...
I was happy to come home and sleep in my own bed.
Speaking of John Vanderslice (My favorite musician since I saw his show last September or was it Augest?), he is playing at the Doug Fir on April the 8th.It's going to be rad. Before I saw him play the first time, I hadn't even heard one song . I like music, but unless I am really familiar with someone's music, It's hard for me to really focus on it at a club. When he started playing I was in the back talking with friends. I was caught off guard and started to listen. The next thing I knew I was standing at the front transfixed. yep. He's that good.
I have to go now. It's time to paint my door pink.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
End of vaction...John Vanderslice...Pink doors.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
yikes...Spring Break?!?!
Highlights so far --
1) French Flight Attendant, " Why you do not check your bag, we are not weight lifters"
2) Hot Developer I got to talk with the flight to NYC
3) Hot buisness guy from NY that was waiting in JFK for his flight to San Fransico. All I remember (I was really, REALLY tired) was telling him to follow his dreams.
"If you could do anything what would it be?" I said to the rich, young finance guy.
"A writer"
"Do it. Follow your dream. you only live once"
"That means I'll be poor"
"oh, Well have a good life!" (i was kidding!!)
4) the 7 yr old twins from Vancouver BC I hung out with while waiting for our delayed flight. I was the same age as their mom, but who did I identify with?? They gave me a penny.
5) The grandma that sat next to me on my flight to Ft. Lauderdale. She spoke mainly in Yiddish but the english I could understand was very wise. "Honey, you need to marry a lawyer or a Doctor - that's what I told my girls - you have to be practical - you don't want to starve."
6) She asked if I was a red or blue state - I said purple - she and the surrounding rows of New Yorkers preceeded to lecture me on the fact that i'm the reason the country is in such disrepair.
7) Lunch in Ft.Lauderdale - 85 degrees and I'm eating Matza ball soup and meatloaf
8) sleeping off the meatloaf
9) Drinking with the hundreds of 21 year old spring breakers on the beach in FL.
10) Driving in the middle of the night with the windows down listening to Postal Service while watching the stars speed past.
11) Huge slices of NYC pizza on the beach for breakfast
12) getting excited because we think we saw a boy older than 22 on the beach. Leaving when we realized we were wrong and just don't want to hang out with the college kids and their wet tshirt contests
13) seeing the Girls Gone Wild tour bus pull up as we pulled out.
14) the warm wind blowing thru my fingers as we drive down the beach.
15) THE SUN.
16) LAUGHING.
Tonight - Miami South Beach - Tommorow - South beach.
