Picking up where I left off yesterday:
I went to Madison Square Park with my awesome fantasy novel which does not in any way shape or form label me a giant nerd, and sat on a park bench and read and watched the puppies/children/hipsters in strange clothing. I gawked at the extremely long line for the Shake Shack and decided that one day I should get a milkshake there, because milkshakes are delicious. I also guarded my purse from KILLER SQUIRRELS who were obscenely socialized because people kept putting them in their laps and FEEDING THEM. One squirrel actually came up to me while I was reading and poked his face and paws into my handbag. I promptly got up and moved to a less squirrel-infested area of the park.
My dear dear dear dear dear friend Philip Chernyak called and I went to Hell’s Kitchen to meet him for dinner. We ate Turkish food. I had some kebabs. I also took some kebabs home to eat for lunch today. Then I had Pinkberry–mind you, I’d had Red Mango earlier in the day. No such thing as too much tart frozen yogurt, says I.
I came back to Santosh’s and turned on the basketball game, about whcih we will not speak. Santosh and friends returned from painting an apartment. They were paint-spattered, but Santosh was joyous, for his team won. Massive Cleveland failure, sigh.
Anyhow, festivities occured–I’ll just say that we went to a bar called Drop Off Service and didn’t get home until 4:00. Sometime during this period I consumed a grilled cheese sandwich. Also delicious.
This morning, or should I say this early afternoon because I slept in and it was glorious, I headed uptown to see the Salute to Israel Parade which commemorated Tel Aviv’s 100th anniversary. The event wasn’t a parade so much as many groups of people marching up 5th Avenue waving Israeli flags. Much Israeli pride, many many many New York Jews and adorable children, some Israeli music I recognized from my days at the JCC and Ramah Darom, and surprisingly few protestors. There was a designated protest zone near the fountain in front of the Plaza Hotel, but otherwise the mood was positive. Also, there was a troop of JEWS ON MOTORCYCLES. I’m sorry, that makes me very happy.
I walked along the parade down 5th Avenue, and hopped in and out of a few stores (of course) and also into St. Patrick’s Cathedral. The view across the street from the Cathedral always amuses me–Atlas, facing down the Catholic church. Good times.
I eventually returned to Santosh’s, after a brief stop at Barnes and Noble to get the next book in the fantasy series which I am reading that does not in any way shape or form label me as a nerd, to collect my largest suitcase. The suitcase and I traveled uptown to the apartment that I will be subletting starting Wednesday. It was my first time seeing the apartment and meeting the woman from whom I will be renting. The apartment is spectacular and I will be posting pictures once I am settled. The woman, a middle school math teacher at a nearby prep school, seemed very friendly and was wearing a lot of Tory Burch and Vera Bradley, as well as a pair of pearl earrings. The apartment is newly rennovated and a few repairs are still being completed, but I am looking forward to moving in–again, it is gorgeous, and extremely close to the Whitney. Oh, I also saw this sign in the lobby of the building:
I left the apartment (my suitcase remained) and ran a few more errands before heading back downtown, grabbing some dinner, and returning to Santosh’s apartment. Now Santosh and I are chilling, watch Dexter (so. good.) and generally preparing for The Week to Come. I start my internship at the Whitney tomorrow. Very excited!