This weekend, we had our first house guest. And if all goes well, I suppose, TJ may be our last house guest at this place as well. Amazingly, TJ was able to last through the night on our couch, despite being incredibly alergic. Yay for miracle drugs. I forgot to as TJ what drugs he's on so that we can stock up for future visitors.
I was a good healthy woman this weekend and finally signed up for a membership at the Y. Some weightlifting on saturday for my knee as prescribed by my knee doctor a few months ago, and some swimming on Sunday, as prescried by my conscious, knowing that in a bit over 3 months I will be swimming around Manhattan. Sunday swim practices may be up in my old hood, on the Upper West Side, but its worth trekking up there because of Whole! Foods! Now, Fresh Direct is nice and all, but Whole! Foods! gives me the choice of any beautiful vegetables I want when I want it, instead of two to three days later.
Oh, and if you want to see what our new apartment (fingers crossed) looks like, check out Sam's post.
Tuesday was a crazy day. Not one but two project managers quit at work. We only have 5 of them. And one of them is coming out to NY next month and another has only been at my company for one month. Big changes. And Sam and I were also informed that our offer on a lovely apartment was accepted. Which set off a frantic search for a real estate lawyer and mortgage broker. Wtih any luck, in a few weeks we'll be the proud owners of a lovely duplex with a huge roof deck with views of the Empire State Building in Clinton Hill. We can't wait.
By the way, is anyone looking for a two-bedroom rental in Prospect Heights, right near Atlantic Center? With any luck, we'll need someone to replace us on our lease really soon!
After a fun but very frigid day of frisbee (we left early due to everyone being miserable due to minor injuries, aches and pains, and hands dangerously close to frostbite), I was happy to be home by Saturday night, curled up on the couch, asleep on Sam's lap while he watched some more Olympics. Yesterday, there were more open houses to look at (lots and lots of walking, but nothing that stood out in our mind). Open houses are very good for our fitness regime. And today, a lazy day to start. Laundry paired with Law and Order occupied most of my morning, while Sam was doing some freelance work. In the afternoon, we headed out for me to get my hair cut, took advantage of the moving sale at Astor Wines, and then went to see Brokeback Mountain. Just the way a holiday should be spent. I love long weekends.
Fashion Week is over and they didn't waste any time taking the tents down. The last photo is from Wednesday morning. Don't know what all the rush is - doesn't seem like people are going to be hanging out in the park sunbathing for a while. In the end, I think I did see some models. That is, I saw some waifs chain smoking while walking down 40th St towards 5th.
I'm heading up to New Hampshire this weekend to play ultimate. Yup, in February. In New Hampshire. I'm bringing cleats and boots because I'm not quite sure what the field is like, but I just looked at the weather and even though tomorrow will be 52 in NH, Saturday the high will be 17. I'm packing an extra sweatshirt. Have a good weekend.
We ventured out today to check out some open houses. While sitting at Blue Sky Bakery, I pondered that maybe open houses would be cancelled today. But we decided to forge ahead anyway. And sure enough, they all were. We didn't see a realtor all day, though we were able to get to see a few places because of a couple very nice sellers and a super superintendant. We made up for having a very lazy day on Saturday.
+ More Blizzard of '06 pics
Its now almost over and what have I noticed? Almost absolutely nothing. When I look out of my window, it looks dead over there. And do I see models walking around here? Nope. I saw one woman in really tall heels walking (though more like hobbling) over to the tents. But why anyone would wear those shoes outside of the show I don't know. And I did see a photographer on 40th St. yesterday on my way to the subway. But otherwise, same as every other day.
Gawker linked to my photos of the tranformation and suddenly my site got 1000 visitors. I probably wouldn't have noticed except that I logged into Flickr on Tuesday evening and noticed that a few of my photos had gotten close to 200 views, which for me is rare, so I had to search to figure out why people were suddenly so interesting in my photo stream.
My boss was in the office the other day from San Francisco (and dragged us out until midnight on Monday because he always wants to have fun when he's in town), and he was playing around with my camera. He's a bit obsessed with the view, much like I was the first few days.
Here's what I get to see every day:
Friday was the start of Fasion Week, and since I have a great view of Bryant Park from my office, I was able to see the transformation of the park from skating rink to fashion central pretty clearly. I can't wait until its nice out and the area converts back to a park though.
Had a great weekend hanging out in MA at my parents weekend house. We were pretty lazy, but it was nice and relaxing and Sam and I made some yummy food for my parents and we saw Match Point, which we all enjoyed. The dining gods must have decided we ate too well on Saturday, though, because when we got home on Sunday and started to have an easy dinner of pierogies, we opened the box to find that they looked whole wheat-y, freezer burned, and slightly moldy. It was the last straw for Pathmark (after some moldy garlic last week) and after we ordered in some pizza, we ordered from Fresh Direct for the first time.
Last night, Sam and I headed oh so far down the block to Freddie's Back Room to check out Cringe. Sure enough, while I was there I ran into Beth, who I just happened to have gone to high school with. And she was reading. From her diary from 8th grade. It was a hoot - I hadn't thought about those people in so long. Or at least since two weeks ago when I ran into a guy from our class on the subway home from my parents place. Sometimes it surprises me how small NYC seems, though it never seems to surprise Sam that I ran into another person I knew.
I now have the oddest compulsion to dig up the few diaries I did keep when younger and read them next month. And next month I will also make sure to get there much earlier to get seats. Seats are good.