It's a Nice Day... for a White Wedding

So I've decided I LOVE TODD.

I know I've decided this before and it's pretty much been an idea since 2005 BEGAN, but this weekend, I did some pretty rumbunctious "Meg" things, like:

1) Knock down my shower and then make a boy put it back up (happened to be Ted, Jackie's friend, who is v. cool, and, like me, fixes things with scotch tape.)

2) Ditch visiting friends from Wisconsin for sailors who LIE TO ME about where they're from (we discovered this the next day when we ran into one of them on 6th Ave. - he forgot who he TOLD us he was) and go alone with 4 Navy sailors to the Village to drink.

3) Get drunk on Dominican rum and Presidente 40s with girlfriends until all of them leave, with the exception of my roommate, who invites 5 single men to my apartment to discuss the merits of Tupac vs. Biggie, which was a VERY heated discussion between our upstairs neighbor Mimi, who's Puerto Rican, 3 white guys from Westchester, and a hispanic guy with a lot of bling named Lopez.

I went to bed at 5:35, 6:05, and 5:55 on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights.
And I have to say that I was remarkably proud of myself for NEVER ONCE doubting that I would be faithful to Todd. Which, honestly, has never really occured to me before.

But that could be because all I could think about was what Todd was doing. Not necessarily in a codependent girlfriend kind of way, but more like a wonder-what-you-are-doing-and-if-you-miss-me-too-want-to-spend-time-with-you way....

So does that make me a codependent girlfriend? Or does that just make me a good girlfriend?

Our society messes up women in SOOOO many ways...........................

Note to Self

Do not use nametag/badge/entry thingie to GESTURE to yourself while talking to yourself about how you get lost at work because it's such a maze...

It's bad enough that everyone thinks you're crazy on YOUR floor.

45 minutes to go! (43 to be precise.)

2 Hours and 20 Minutes

It is now the officially the FIRST day I get to reap the benefits of summer hours.

Only 2 Hours and 20 Minutes (ooh, 19!) until I can fly the coop that is Rockefeller Center. I've only been here for an hour, but I'm already going stir crazy.

Mind you, I don't have anything to do today other than:
a) going to the park to enjoy the nicest day of the week and look at cute boys who have summer hours too
b) do the dishes while drinking coffee to satiate my roommate (the dishes, not the coffee. That's to satiate me)
c) watch the mets play and listen to roommate bitch about my TV choice
d) talk to friend in WI who will invade NYC in 24 hours thus draining me of money, energy, and workout capability, which will inadvertently cause me to wonder if I'm getting fat again
e) whine about how Todd's at a bachelor party... even though he said it's going to be super lame. Who CAMPS for their bachelor party? Especially without strippers? I'd feel better if there were strippers.
f) wonder how our upstairs neighbor, Vickmarie, thought that the Nazis killed EVERYONE in Europe without blond hair and blue eyes (and that the US did the same thing to Japanese people, apparently everywhere) and has never filled out a W-4 form
g) dread gaining my Wisconsin hee-haw accent back
h) wonder if ordering HEE HAW DVDs on Netflix is lame, or funny
i) sit around so bored that eventually I start singing Tom's Diner. To myself. Just the doo doo doo part.

Carrie Underwood Cookies

My (healthy) obsession with AMERICAN IDOL serves only to BENEFIT me.

Benefit #1: The editor in chief (my boss's boss) comes to my desk to discuss it and celebrates with me about Carrie. Is it coincidence that she asks ME to do things for her when her assistant's not here? Is it coincidence that a week after getting a wrap up from her when I was TV less that she assigned me in charge of a reprint correction? I think not.

Benefit #2: Jackie declined to watch the two hour finale, but I think Todd secretly enjoyed it. Plus, during the boring parts all we did was makeout.. benefitting both of us. HOWEVER, he thought BO was going to win, so I bet him - I was going to do a nice, servicable thing to him, starting with either the letter "f"or the letter "b" depending on how raunchy you want to be if Bo won, and he owed me a long massage from when I was deathly ill.... so when Carrie won I got that. And SOOO much more. Hehe......

Benefit #3: The boss didn't believe me when I said that I thought Carrie was going to win. So we ALSO made a bet (perhaps I have a gambling problem..) that if Bo won, I was going to bring her cookies and if Carrie won, she would bring me cookies. So right now, I'm sitting with half a dozen cookies from Pret a Porter, and a glass of milk... Carrie Underwood Cookies!

And of course I'm going to share with my boss's boss. We're TRUE believers...

If you wanna be my lover......

You gotta ziggy zah ha! Okay, so that's the "short" version.....

http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/0,2106,3291060a1860,00.html

Can anyone else not believe it has been TEN YEARS since the Spice Girls were in our presence.... because to me, 1996 doesn't seem THAT long ago.

But yet again, in 1996, I still had long hair (I got it cut to look like Posh) and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVED the Spice Girls.

The Spice Girls taught a generation of women that a) british girls are cooler and sluttier than us here on the other side of the water and b) that you too could have GIRL POWER! which essentially was a feminist slant on the usual loose floozy girl that "chose" to do whatever she wanted in bed. Not that it works....

But I didn't find that out until I was 22, so of course, I ate it up. I wanted to be like Geri, without the orange hair (i preferred it the earlier, more-out-of-the-nice-and-easy box red)..... And I still love Posh... she's such a bitch! And she's married to Beckham! (and most importantly, she has a cameo acting role in BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM, one of the funniest movies of all time).

It's no wonder I don't mind the reunion. I can't wait until they make Spice World 2.... Maybe THAT's why HBO has been playing the original for a month straight.

Additional Slutty Role Models That May Have Influenced Meg's Adult & Adolescent Behavior:

1. Rizzo (GREASE, played by Stockard Channing)

I liked her better because she had the cuter guy (Kenicke) and better songs...especially the one about no one understanding the slutty girl

2. Britney Spears

While not actually a "role model" I like her and praise her because I am proud of anyone with a background of living near or in a trailer park being successful

3. Vera-Ellen's character (Judy) in WHITE CHRISTMAS

She convinces her sister to follow around Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye and ALSO tricks Danny Kaye into marrying her! My kind of girl. Also a good movie for the cross-dressing of Bing & Danny... even though this is a blatant rip-off of HOLIDAY INN, made 11 years earlier with Bing and is a MUCH better movie

4. Shannen Doherty (Rene) in MALLRATS

Brenda, thinly veiled and using big words. Enough said.

5. Millie (Jane Powell) in SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS

This girl meets a man, agrees to marry him and runs off to a mountain farm in the woods with her new husband and his six other brothers. Yummy.

(this list not mentioning Geri Hallwell..... which I think I've already explained.)

.....and of course, the fact that I liked all-guy cast movies like NEWSIES may have also been an indicator.)

So. Looks like Toddy Todd's in for a wild ride of American Idol-ish fan worship and Spice Girls-album playing from me.

Welcome back, girls.

(coming to you in july 2006.....)

Identity Crisis Time

Now that I have far too much time on my hands and not enough friend-time OR cable TV, its time for the all-encompassing identity crisis! Yes, folks, this is where the Meg you know becomes Meg unhinged, where she tries a bunch of new hobbies and/or behaviors to see if she can possibly alter her reality to make her look like something out of a 50s PSA.

She tries to place the blame of the problem (and the third person speak) onto something or someone else.

Hmmm..

Work? (although seeming to take up more time than before, even though we are only spending about 10 minutes more at work a day now) No. Meg still likes her job, although we should buy books so Meg doesn't waste company time on the blog.

School? Nonexistent. Moving on.
Lack of school? I'm lame but I'm not that lame.... right?

Love? Nah.. I'm actually happy with Todd right now. Drunken phone calls and forgetting about what was said in them, and dragging me to a bar with an awful KISS cover band included.

Friends? This could be partially it. Although more in touch now than I was with my at-home and in-MN friends, Autumne & Amanda have disappeared and Michelle has been gone. So this could be it. Not much I can do about it unless I want to hang out with Amanda's "coke friends".......

Money? Actually pretty satisfied -shockingly. Although massively in debt.

Living Situation? A little bit. Jackie's driving me up the wall with her worrying. But that will be OK.... I'll get used to it. (I hope!). But griping to Todd helps because then he relays stories about Pam & Eamon.... and I feel all better. Plus, telling Jackie no is quite fun - sometimes you can almost see her head blow off (just kidding, its not THAT bad...)

I think it's just that Heather is coming from home (she'll be here Saturday), and I'm not sure if she's going to see ME or just "the lifestyle". And I want anyone, just anyone to see me for me and not for NYC for a little bit. From home, I mean. I just want to go get coffee or sushi and talk about something other than how glamorous or cool I am.

Because frankly, I'm not. (but, really, I am).

Another Manic Monday

My days at work have become more and more fruitless with only my boss perking me up every once in a while, taking me away from the haze of what I'm ACTUALLY supposed to be doing.... instead of reading a gazillion proposals that will get shot down right away by someone other than me if I haven't shot them down already.

Anyway, I discovered two things today:

#1: I'm on some mad guy's website - along with anyone else whose email he could get his hands on in the world of publishing. Check it out at http://www.everyonewhosanyone.com . Let me know what you find, since its blocked at work and I'm curious... I don't think what he wrote about me was truthful... AT ALL. So I'd like to hear about it

and the second thing:

#2: Dominican rum stays with you for at least twelve hours. I had a little bit (like four or five sips, tops) with Jackie & our upstairs neighbor (whose name I forgot and J doesn't know) for the neighbor's birthday yesterday along with some very expensive champagne, and although I don't have the hangover headache, I have the hangover hotness and the stomach queasy. So way to go dominican rum!

What A Great, Dreary Day!

So today the weather is dreary making people actually WANT to stay inside and work. And I would be more than willing to do that, if I had work to do.

BUT INSTEAD....

I get a drunken phone call from Todd while watching the new Bridget Jones movie (from Netflix) during which I got all misty (watching the movie, not the phone call from Todd) where Todd got all drunken and waxed poetic about how his grandma would have loved me and would have thought I was a perfect Mrs. P because of my birthing hips and my intelligence (I wonder which one would have rated first). He also swore at passerby and hit a garbage truck, but still. It was sweet hearing my boy say I love you drunkenly when I would tease him by saying it all sweet and nice. It was really sweet. Really.

Then
today at work we had a corporate thingie for FOUR HOURS which wasn't that bad, just made you all weird and heady from sitting that long paying attention to the HR guy. When I got back I wrote up some of the notes from the meeting and then started working.... and then randomly all these British people in suits are in the hall next to the editor-in-chief's office.... with A DUTCHESS! (I won't say which one).

Apparently we publish one or many of her books. She met the mail guy (who happened to be talking to the editor-in-chief's assistant), and then talked with all of our higher-ups. One of her security guys, this weird English guy with a ponytail was standing over by me, lording over and generally making me uncomfy. So I walked away, trying not to be fazed that the British version of the Secret Service with a ponytail was three feet from me.

But then, when the whole troupe was about to leave, the Dutchess herself popped over to meet me who was according to her "clacking away and very hardworking". She, on the other hand, looked really run down. But nice enough. AND HER HAIR WAS GOREGOUS. This is what I will remember! I love my job, I love my job I love my job!

In other news, I FINALLY got to watch the OC. I went down to Radio Shack bordering the ghetto neighborhood near mine. The sales guy tried to hit on me, but to no avail. (A hint: saying "Do you think Spanish music is sexy?" is NOT an effective come-on line) So after three tries of connecting the antenna, the DVD player, the VCR and the TV, two hours, a delicious Dunkin Donuts chocolate strawberry latte (try them, they're delicious and cheap!), AND the TV falling off the stand JUST as Jackie was getting home, I was regretfully lost on Kirsten's drinking and Seth & Summer drama.... but I still enjoyed the episode. Jackie, of course, thinks I'm crazy...... but that's OK because I think she is too.

And the Chinese place by us SUCKS.

Finally! Furniture, Food, and Fabulous!

I was getting really frustrated about paying rent to sit on the floor. So I went on craiglist, found a nice sofa and the person listed it as on our block. So I emailed and then called-

It was the girl DIRECTLY below us, who had come up the week before to tell us not to wear our shoes in the apartment in the morning (our floors and ceilings are basically soundproof-LESS: everything, and I mean EVERYTHING echoes and blasts away at your consciousness until you're going to explode. Seriously. I had an episode with a dog upstairs and a bone...)

So now I'm buying a blue velvet couch from her. It's great!!! I love it. I'm really excited about sitting on my couch watching old HISTORY CHANNEL documentaries with Todd on the World Trade Center and the Freedom Tower (he is being forced by his mother to show around her class of schoolchildren and teach them everything about the buildings, or lack thereof.)

AND I rejoined Netflix, now that I have a mailbox that CLOSES and is LOCKED, so that I can watch the complete DVD seasons of Golden Girls too......

AND i'm buying an antenna so we can watch the crap on network TV (hello, golf! but also: hello, METS GAMES!!)

Its finally starting to feel like I should pay to live there.

Another note for all you classic TV watchers, especially those that specialize in late 80s and 90s programming, as I do: my roomie, the illustrious Jackie, had never heard of CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL before.

Can someone explain to me how you can ignore or forget Sam & Melissa Joan Hart?

Yet again, I don't think a girl that had never seen THE GOONIES until about a week ago can talk. (Boy, is Sean Astin a hottie! And what about that older brother.... whoo! He can crawl around in MY cave anytime!!!)

Another Goonies mention: James really DOES look like Corey Feldman, floppy hair or not. Just wait till he moves to NYC. You'll see.

How Cute Is That?

To complete morph from yesterday's bad attitude (which, by the way, the lyrics from NEW YORK, NEW YORK did NOT cheer me up at all.. I hate when anyone invokes that song, thinking it will embody everything and anything about this large mass of a city. So to you I say... well.. I'm at work so I don't want to swear, but

AT LEAST POST YOUR NAME SO I CAN YELL AT YOU OTHERWISE! Grr..

So anyway, I saw something totally cute today on the train. I noticed that whenever I make it to the train in time in the morning to sit in the train cars in the middle, there's a couple sitting near me. They're about my age, maybe a bit older and the guy's questionable in ethnicity although they're both probably very black professional. They hold hands or he keeps a hand on her leg or whatever from when I get on at 181st until she gets off at 145th. They talk a bit but mostly just listen to his MP3 player (where each of them has one ear bud thingie in) and when she gets off the train, she gives him a long kiss on the cheek. You know the kind when someone doesn't like the PDAs in public, especially not on the subway.

But what's great about it is that she stands up, straightens up and then leans over to kiss him. And he closes his eyes.

I see them every time I manage to make it to that car. I realized it this morning, because it was the third or fourth time I've made it to the middle of the train where you can sit down and it's not as crowded. And I recognized them, because she's very pretty and reminds me of an ethnic version of my friend Justin (which made me miss Justin!!).

And then I thought, I Want That. And then I realized that I have that. I'm just too stupid to realize it sometimes. I demand so much out of Todd, and he gives what he can and then watches me pout when I don't get what I wanted, until I realize I'm being stupid. And I'm sure the couple on the train has similar problems.

Regardless of how many friends I have, I do have a couple who I'm so close with I could share headphones with them. People that will call me when they're passing by my hometown, even though I'm miles away, people who will build my furniture for me in my new apartment and people who won't ask me for the sixty bucks I promised to give them if they brought me cigarettes (there are hopefully a LOT of those.)

But all in all, I can't complain about my life. Because it's damn good.

And by the way, I know people who could "make it" in New York and fail miserably in a small town in the Midwest. So pooh on you, Frank.

Ruminations on a Former Life

As of late, I've been calling my friends from college and from home to see what's up with them. Depending on who they are, they either think my life in NYC is a)glamorous or b)stupid, and why am I not satisfied with Merrill, Wisconsin?

With the exception of a few people, I realized that they too have moved on with their lives. For some odd reason, nearly all of them have significant others (something I noted earlier) and most of my college friends have now graduated and are settling into their adult lives. I, of course, applaud them, but I also miss them terribly, about how we used to laugh together and travel together and just hang out. Sometimes I think I'm making them better than what they actually were, but there's something hollow in those phone calls. Somewhere a line has been severed.

And it makes me think that this REALLY IS my life. Going to work Monday-Friday, doing similar or the same things every day, eating lunch alone, and then going home to live with Jackie and take the 1 train up to see Todd. And talking to my friends when I'm bored and hearing that they're bored with me too.

It's weird how similar my life is to what it used to be (I often ate alone in Winona, and I certainly did for YEARS in Wisconsin) but it's just not feeling so liberating anymore. Now its starting to seem a little vapid and more than a little lonely, if not very hollow, as I've said before.

Don't get me wrong. I love my job. And I love this city, and I'm so grateful for what I've been given. But I'm starting to realize (AGAIN) that nothing stays the same... and that who I was a year ago, when I was moving from Winona to Wisconsin for the summer and hanging out with my high school friends, is the same person as I am now, only with a salary and a few less friends. And I'm not ever going to get that back.

But, I guess I just have to be realistic. I never had a huge cache of friends before, so why should I have them in NYC? Its just that everyone else does.... and perhaps, as usual, I'm feeling a bit left out.

I'm the Only White Girl.... in the room, the subway station, the neighborhood - OK, maybe not

The lack of posting is due to my poverty and no longer having the Internet at home. But thanks for the love from the two or three of you that cared enough to email and ask for an update.

SO. Since I've moved into the lovely Washington Heights neighborhood, I've discovered four things:
1. I am hot in this neighborhood.
2. There are either a) really attractive guys or b) really ugly guys in the neighborhood
3. The walkway along the Henry Hudson parkway is beautiful and is usually pretty dead, even on the weekends, which gives me the opportunity to sing along to my Ipod in public
4. You can get VERY VERY Bored without cable TV or Internet

There was also A LANDSLIDE down the street when one of the stone retaining walls (built in 1908) broke apart on Thursday and came crashing down on the Henry Hudson parkway. At the end of 181st street, about three blocks away. Was I concerned? Not exactly. Jackie & I were just happy to have lots and lots of hot NYPD and FDNY in the neighborhood....

Something I have noticed (especially when going back and forth to Todd's) is that the 1-9 train, unlike the A (despite all appearances) above 96th St is GHETTO. But what's funny about that is that the neighborhood up by me turns from ghetto to okay to nice in four blocks. And no one crosses over. Except for me - SUPER WHITE GIRL! I've perfected the angry-my-boyfriend-is-a-drug-dealer-so-don't-mess-with-me-look and they leave me alone. Hopefully that will continue.

Little do they know that my REAL boyfriend (or whatever you want to call him) is a white boy engineer from Sweetest Town USA (Hershey) or whatever they call it, who I am now affectionately naming "Gimpy" because he tore up his knee running.

So much for the marathon. At least it doesn't affect him in other ways.....

I'd Rather Be At Work?

I haven't even been living in my apartment for a week and I'm SOOOO sick of books and magazines, and NO TV and my ass hurting from the lack of a couch....

I'd almost rather be at work. The TIVO in the conference room is starting to lure me in with its presence. TIVO TIVO TIVO. Think anyone would notice if I stayed late on Tuesdays to watch AMERICAN IDOL?

Even though I didn't see the last episode of THE AMAZING RACE, which is ironic because I watched EVERY OTHER EPISODE, I'm really glad Joyce & UChenna won. They WERE the best team. I hope they can adopt a baby. Otherwise, I'd be more than happy to donate a (albeit white) egg to them. Just on the record!

Hmmm. My life, I've decided, is hideously boring. I NEED to go out this weekend. I'm hoping Amanda will be game, since all my other friends flew the coop after the semester was over, those losers, Jackie's still complaining about money, and Todd's running a half marathon on Saturday (which is cool). I just need to GET OUT of the apartment for a while and drink at a bar. And it sucks that I have no friends to do that with. I would do it by myself, but that just makes me easy prey for creeps like the eurotrash on the A last night who hit on me constantly even though I was doing my Looking-anywhere-but-at-you thing and listening to my Ipod really loud. At one point, the asshole even asked if he could listen to the Pod. Yeah right.

But things are looking up. Heather is coming in two weeks, and my dad two weeks after that. YAY! And Michelle will be back after Memorial Day and although I'm 130 blocks away from Amanda now, we should be able to hook up now that we're both just working....

It would be better if the phone Cingular promised me would get here. I ordered it 3 days ago.. and it was supposed to be here in 1-2 business days. My phone is a piece of &*%( that doesn't work since the antenna fell off... so I have no signal in my apt, which also leads me to feel lonely since I don't know that no one is calling me....

Moving Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Now I'm REALLY glad I started working out.

Even though I've only been in NYC for about eight months, I have accumulated a LOT of stuff, most of it useful, but when you have to carry all that stuff on the A line from High Street to 181st, up about five flights of stairs and down a couple more, you appreciate the fact that you don't have EVERYTHING with you.

My roommate, however, does. And I helped her too..... (she helped me as well, albeit briefly, but proportionately with my amount of crap vs. her amount of crap)
So now muscles I didn't think I have hurt. MY RIGHT SHOULDER BLADE hurts and my ass hurts and other muscles that I'm sure hold my joints together hurt.

AND I STILL HAVE A LOAD TO GO. Not to mention that I'm anal retentive and like everything to be setup. So I spent the entire weekend (i.e. no drinking outside the house, no meals out - all taken in) setting up my new room, moving the crap that needed to be moved, etc. AND I spent Saturday night cleaning my old place.

My roommate, the lucky one, had a friend visiting and had to go out (her friend lives in Paris and is not around that often).

But if I hear another word about my roommate's room not being perfect, I'm going to kill her. Honestly. The girl has A LOT OF CRAP and most of it IS unpacked, and unless she spends more $$$ on what she wants, it's not gonna happen. And I'm certainly not going to unpack it. I love the girl, but SERIOUSLY!!! I did all the work on my room, you can do it on yours.

It's funny... I remember moving concurrently with all my friends a couple years back, and people make it out to be this huge thing when really, it's just coordination and dedication to a task. How hard is that, really? You find a time that you can get it done (and possibly when strong men or other physically equipped friends can help you, just as you'd help them), you set that time aside for JUST packing, moving and unpacking. Then it's done, and you can stop bitching about how you have no time to do it.

I REALLY didn't have time to do it. I work full time, was commuting to Bklyn and my new apartment was on the other side of Manhattan. Just getting between the two places took anywhere from a half hour to an hour. And then putting together the packing and the furniture-building (which I got Toddy Todd to do, since he's so wonderful) and my weekend was shot. Plus, finals were essentially forgotten - which was okay, because I needed a reason to blow them off. (Another new weird tendency of mine.)

But you know what? It's better that one weekend was shot (especially since I really didn't have money ANYWAY) than not being able to find the sweater I want to wear two weeks from now because my shit's not unpacked.

So the new apartment is ready - except that we have nothing in our fridge but yogurt, hard cider and champagne (and only one container of yogurt at that), our TV is precariously on the shelf, we're sitting on the floor in the living room because we have nowhere to sit otherwise (i'm buying a couch soon); and our toilet makes the most amount of noise in the whole place.

Happy Housewarming!

Why is Everyone Getting Married?

All these random weddings are occuring...............................

1) My exboyfriend Kevin's brother Chris got married about a month ago back home... not that it was all that unexpected, since he has a kid with his wife and they've been together for a couple years

2) My friend from Winona, Emily, got married to her boyfriend Curtis, who she just got together with last year. It was a little drama because Curtis is one of her exboyfriend/high school sweetheart Justin's best friends. Of course, they both no longer talk to Justin................................ but they ran off to Fiji and got married apparently...

3) My best friend Lori went to Minnesota for her brother's wedding, to our friend Heidi's little sister... also expected but what wasn't expected was that LORI's boyfriend Steve asked her parents for permission.............. especially since up until then they were sleeping in separate beds because Steve needed to think about stuff.. but no ring yet... still exciting news!

4) My man-about-town friend James from London is also engaged!!! He emailed me to tell me about it when I sent out the I'm-moving email.. wonder if he's going to cheat on his wife like he cheated on his gf........ but I have a feeling that might change things, so way to go J!

Holy moly... and of course Jennifer Wilbanks from GA is still getting married... I feel so sorry for that girl. Someone from Madison pulled that I'm kidnapped thing. I say, let her pay for whatever the police search cost, give her some therapy, and leave them alone.

But that's what everybody needs, right? Therapy and to be allowed to get their business their business.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Walking out of my building today to get lunch, the security guard not ONLY nodded at me, but also said hi to me - WITH MY NAME! I didn't even think he KNEW my name! Odd... And then, this popped in my head....

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your name.
You wanna go where people know, people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows your name.
You want to go where people know, people are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.

Normally, NYC is not that place. I think that's why people back home were all crazy NOT to come here. But I realized - A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW ME, especially since I haven't really been here all that long. A lot of them I know SHOULD know me, like work colleagues and Todd's roommates, and people at school but this is a list of kind of weird people who know me (by name or by habit - like, there's the girl that waits to wax her eyebrows):

1. The kind-of-creepy but totally gay Polish guy at Diva Salon in Bklyn Heights
2. The salad guys at Bagelfeller
3. The coffee lady at Cranberrys (thanks to my loudmouth, she also knows i'm moving..) - this could pretty much be expanded to everyone at Cranberrys who has worked there longer than two weeks
4. Melissa, the maybe-lesbian that USED to work at Cranberrys and now works at the BBQ down the street
5. Random security guards who know me because my boss is one of the few beautiful black women in the building
6. The guy who hands out AM New York and METRO at the 50th St C/E station

Maybe I should switch up my routine..........................