Well put me in a pair of Manolo Blahnik's and call me Carrie Bradshaw! I'm in New York City!
I am living every little girl's dream; being Carrie Bradshaw. I am a fabulous, underpaid, well-dressed journalist in The City. Tonight Sav and I are going to see Sex and The City: The Movie; which I will henceforth refer to as simply SATC:TM, because it will save my fingers from inevitable carpal tunnel.
Sav started her job today, so I am forced to brave The City alone. I need groceries. Even now, my stomach is growling. I also need a coffee. The 4:00 am wakeup yesterday to catch my plane really grounded me, if you know what I mean.
The apartment sitch is nice. More spacious than I had anticipated. Cleaner too. We had a mishap with my keys, however. My front door key is a stubborn son-of-a-gun. After much hard labor, Sav and I decided to make friends with my neighbors, to see if anyone of them would be able.
We met Mike, an NYU student. Very friendly. After much hard labor, he was finally able to get the door open. We graciously thanked him and began to walk inside. However, poor Mike, startled at the possibility of helping two attractive out-of-towners, had locked himself out of his apartment.
Sav, always ready to lend a hand to a city boy, quickly lended him her cellphone. Afterwards, we walked inside. I'm not sure if he ever made it back in...haha.
The real adventure, however, started once we got inside...
I have two other roommates, but there are only two bedrooms. Since I was the last to arrive, I sort of got the last pick of everything. Which is fine, I would have done the same to the poor girl who came in after me if I were first. Instead of sharing a room with one of the girls, we decided if we moved my bed to the living room we would all have our own rooms. We would just partition my "room" off with a curtain. Sounded good to me. On the off chance the girl I shared a bedroom with snored, I wouldn't have gotten a wink (many of you know about my weird mouth noise phobia).
So Sav and I set off to move the bed from the second bedroom, down the hall, and into the living room/Tracy's bedroom. Thank goodness it came apart. We were able to pull one of the end rails off and drag it out. But the top rail and the actual bed part wouldn't come apart. Savannah even resorted to banging her shoe like a hammer. Nothing was working. Finally, we jimmied the thing apart by using leverage from our body weight and the bedroom doorframe (Thank you seventh grade applied science). It took us another 15 minutes to get the darn thing back together in the living room/Tracy's bedroom. I'm pretty sure Savannah will have this story up as well, maybe with a picture. Be sure and check out her blog as well!
I slept very well, despite being in a new place. I was exhausted. I froze however. New York is not as warm as I had previously thought and that blanket my parents sent has yet to arrive...
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