Adventures on the N train...and Roommates (?)

On my first day here i picked up a guide on what the "real new yorker" should eat, see and do in NYC. Perusing it this morning I read that, among other things, a real New Yorker never eats dinner before 8:30 at night (another important tidbit-- supposedly a real new yorker takes his or her bagel with "shmear", and never cream cheese. I might have to make my way up to that one).

So there I was in my apartment at 8:30 about to retire for the evening, not really wanting to venture out on my own after a long day of meandering. Then I realized that all the other people out there in this city I now call home were just digging in to dinner with full evenings ahead of them, and in the spirit of the "concrete jungle where dreams are made" (someone from my generation, please pick up on that hip-hop reference) I decided to live a little.

So I looked up movie times.

Of course, after earlier showcasing my navigational expertise (I quote: "perhaps I really DO know what I am doing"), I took the wrong train, and ended up on Coney Island with three showgirls with tremendous headdresses.

At this point I had missed my 9:30 movie, and I had just figured out how to get back to manhattan and to my apartment, when I decided not to be defeated...

"This is the city that never sleeps for heaven's sake. I came out tonight to see a movie, and by God, I'm going to see one."

So I continued to ride uptown to Grand Central Station, because I knew that all trains connect at Grand Central and therefore I would be able to get back to the line on which I was originally supposed to be. At grand central I transferred to the 1 train, then got off at Lincoln Center and walked a block to the nearest movie theater. I got there at 10:48 and there was a movie playing at 10:50, so I made it just in time!

The movie was The Other Guys and it was pretty hilarious (Daddy will concur). It was also fun because the whole thing took place in New York and there were all these scenes where I was like, "Hey, I know where that is," and also a scene that was filmed one block from my apartment that I walk by every day... which sort of makes me famous by default.

But there was this kid who sat down right in back of me about half way through the show and started kicking the back of my chair and then leaned over and said how beautiful I was...typical that the only guy who recognizes my beauty is the resident crazy. But I took care of him with the dirtiest look I could muster and he left me alone.

On my way back to my apartment I saw the biggest cockroach I've ever seen! About 3 inches long, scuttling along the sidewalk. I took great satisfaction out of squishing the sucker...oy, the city is making me hard already...

So now I'm back in my apartment and I think the roommates might be home because there is a spoon on the coffee table and the tv remotes are scattered-- and this is odd because I took great care to line the remotes up very neatly so when my roommates got home they would not have any inkling about how I trashed the apartment in their absence.

I will tell you if it's them or not tomorrow morning.

Until then, goodnight, I love you, I hope you enjoyed this very long-winded account of my post-8:30 adventure.

xox