So, I was speaking with my homie Jack the other day (day two to be precise) and he told me that I should start a blog. Now, normally I would have written it off because a) blogging is for losers and b) I, being a loser, did start a blog for Japan and being an even bigger loser never had the patience to continue it.
However, I thought a lot about it and thought 'why not?' Even if it's for myself, it can be almost like a digi-diary.
Today is August 5th, but I arrived on August 2nd. We'll start from there. Well, we'll backtrack a wee bit to the night before. The last night I spent in Phoenix; the night I said bon voyage to friends, family, my lover puss and the soil that my roots have grown and spread in.
That day was a Saturday and all day I feverishly trying to pack and finish up loose ends i.e. PACK ALL OF MY SHIT, clean room, clean car, detail car, hang out with John, hang out with Baba, sneak in a drink or two, etc. etc. Honestly, if it wasn't for John I wouldn't have been able to accomplish it all. Thanks Johnny poo!
So skipping the boring crap and straight to the goodbyes. I ate a disgusting display of a Caesar salad in the airport-but it was worth it to delay the inevitable. We hugged, kissed and said our goodbyes.
Let's just say, saying goodbye to Johnny poo was a very difficult thing, but the last image he had of me as I tried to walk out of sight very cool was: me dropping my luggage, picking it up, looking to see if he saw which of course he did, blushing and trying to maintain my coolness I walked away. Sigh.
As I boarded the plane I was stuck right in the middle...naturally. To my right I had a man who was unfortunately struck by a foul, slow creeping body odor. To my left I had a young mother who held a rather well behaved baby girl, however the two of them spilled over into my personal space and I had to curl my arms up like a T-Rex to evade from rubbing elbows. As the plane took off I merely stared out the window wondering a wide array of things: what's NYC like? Can I make it? Would I even make it? What if the plane crashed? Where's John? Will Baba be alright alone? How badly am I going to miss Phoenix, the only home I truly know? Blah blah blah-those thoughts were drowned out by the powerful sound of the engines blaring at full speed and the blocked nostrils of the man with the b/o. I tried to sleep to rest and to just not think anymore, but it was incredibly uncomfortable the entire time. Mama kept shifting due to the baby and the B/O would have violent REM body flinches that just would freak me out.
However, 4.5 hours + shifting and flinching + necessary hot tea later I landed in NYC! OH! I forgot to mention that my darling bf gave me his beloved childhood toy doll. As honoured as I am to have been given Buddy as a fellow companion on my journey...Buddy kind of looks like Chucky and almost a real disheveled baby. Needless to say, I was given dirty and bewildered looks in the Phoenix airport, the airplane and the NYC airport because, yes, I carried him on my hip. Scrupulous people approached me brusquely thinking it was a real child and that it wasn't being taken care of. After they concluded it was a doll they would continue to invade my space by asking why I had it and if it was perhaps my baby. When I would simply reply 'No', well-that really sent their brains into a tizzy. Suckers.
So I am in the NYC airport and the first thing I do is call John because I promised I would even though it was circa 3am! Then I called baba, but he didn't answer-so I texted him to let him know I landed. Then I called Mandie to inquire how the hell do I get to my new place! I wandered outside to this bus that cost $15 to take me to the Grand Central Station and I had my first taste of NYC attitude. Oh-no-not involving me. It involved our bus driver versus another bus driver. Who knew that bus drivers have territory? Then he spit my luggages onto the dirty city streets of 22nd and I sat reading Atlas Shrugged waiting for Mandie and Graham (the husband/bro-in-law) to pick my Bambie ass up.
They arrive, we waddle like penguins to our hotel caught in a light drizzle. Excitedly scrounge the lot out and then realize we are in the mood for coffee and breakfast. So where do we go? Some chic NY shack? Some local joint? No. We end up at Mickey D's. Blech. I did get a coupon for a free egg muffin though and in NYC a free coupon is just like money!
We come home, hang out and then I nap. Then I pounce onto finding furniture via every avenue. Overstock, Target, Bed Bath and Beyond, Furniture For Less, even Walmart and random miscellaneous furniture online stores. NOTHING was cheap. Especially when one has to order it in because the stores here don't carry the products in house. So I pay for the product + shipping + delivery because for the blue collars cars are non-existent here. So I turned to Craigslist. It was addicting. Correction-it IS addicting. For the last few days I have literally spent 8 hours a day searching on Craigslist for furniture deals. Will get to those details later.
I found a guy who has a printer that I need/want. You know...for printing resumes and whatnot. Made arrangements to meet up the next day and spent the rest of the evening lounging indoors searching on Craigslist and hanging with Mandie, Graham, Nigel and Gilah.
I apologize if I oscillate between past and present tense. I am too lazy to edit what I write and it isn't like you truly mind anyway, right?
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