Apparently, NYC school kids are on vacation this week. Happy birthday to me!
Shopping for groceries in NYC is kind of a pain in the ass. Stores are tiny, aisles are tight, and prices are high. If you are looking to buy a weeks worth of groceries in person, it’s generally going to be a painful effort.
When you are coming in or out of a building and there are two adjacent doors, do you use the one to your right or to your left?
The MTA is now using their announcement system to remind people to wash their hands and get their flu shots as it’s a terrible flu season. Although I do appreciate the reminder, I find the MTA asking its passengers to wash their hands, is frankly, hilarious.
I am riding a two train right now and it’s filthy. Something spilled on the floor and it was attempted to be moped up at some point. There are chalky streaks all over the floor, making the floor gritty under my shoes. The whole train smells faintly of feces as it normally does this time of year and we all just sit here and put up with it.
So, yes, MTA. I will wash my hands once I arrive at my destination because your trains are nasty. But let me assure you, it’s not because of the flu.
The MTA 44 select bus service runs through my neighborhood and I take it to Williamsburg to get my hair cut.
When I started doing hot yoga last September, I thought I’d get bored of doing the same poses for 90-minutes, three times a week.
Andy (my husband) has always held some distain for Grandma the Clown. We have never been to the Big Apple Circus, but the commercials and subway ads were enough to turn him against the locally famous clown. Every time he saw Grandma the Clown he would yell at the tv, “I fucking hate that guy!”
It was reported yesterday that Grandma the Clown left the Big Apple Circus due to sexual misconduct. He admitted to forcing an underage woman to pose for pornographic photos.
Andy gleefully told me the news last night. To be clear he wasn’t condoning the sexual abuse but noting his ability to sense what a scumbag this guy was long before the truth of his character broke in the news.
I have known Andy for 12 years, and he has always carried a deep hatred for three entertainers in particular: Bill Cosby, Kevin Spacey, and Grandma the Clown. Admitting his hatred of the three started long before their sexual abuse allegations went public. The last 12 months have been particularly interesting and Andy’s pride in being able to sniff out sexual abusers has grown.
There are no doubt other famous men that are on his list of hated celebrities, and perhaps this year, he will continue to feel vindicated for trusting his gut.
The office building I work out of has a large footprint but it only has six floors. Because of this, and the crappy elevator situation, we get to know our vertical neighbors quite well.
In the morning, there is normally a line of 10-20 people waiting to use the elevators. We represent a wide range of people. From the smelly and unkempt to precision like fashionistas. Straight out of college to longtime VP’s.
Today it got up to 52 degrees in NYC.
For the first time in weeks it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I actually desired to get out and do something instead of hiding in my apartment. I opened the windows, put the screens in, and relished the warm breeze. Even the cats seemed happy to get some fresh air.
I know it won’t last long but it was nice to have a reminder that this winter shit won’t last forever. Well at least, not as far as we know.
I sing in a community choir in Brooklyn. Over the past 4 years, the membership cost of the choir has doubled and the school we are associated with has shortened the number of our performances. This fall we went 3 weeks with inadequate light in our rehearsal room before they changed the lightbulbs and the staff was annoyed that we even asked to have the bulbs changed.
We always have a winter concert in January or February, and that means having rehearsal on MLK Day, an observed holiday in NYC. We also have a summer concert that happens right after Memorial Day and we have to rehearse on Memorial Day.