So, for a while, I thought I would not write any new posts till I got rid of all of my comment spam. But, at 16,994 spams and counting, I don't think that's going to happen. Sigh.
Life's been very exciting in the meantime. I've been working my butt of at work, and Catherine and I found an apartment in Tribeca. It's not exactly the cute neighborhood Chelsea is, but it's close to stuff and SO MUCH cheaper than Chelsea luxury buildings. And for the second time, the building's broker volunteered to bargain down the price with the owners when I was ready to pay the initial asking price. I just don't understand New York real estate.
I also saw a play, Fluffy Bunnies in a Field of Daisies, which was incredibly funny. It also did a great job exploiting the medium of the stage (if there were a Google-my-overpriced-college-education service, I could remember what particular philosophical diatribe put that idea in my head).
Oh, and I saw a movie. The pengiun movie. Way better than I expected. Penguins are nuts, though. The lengths they go to to have babies!
Oh, and we had a pretty good dinner at La Belle Vie, and it was 15% off because we booked online for late at night. And the owner gave us a free drink. The appetizer (zucchini and green apple soup) was more exciting than the entree, much like at Spice Market. I really need to work up the nerve to eat more appetizer-and-dessert meals at these places.
I'm very stressed about moving and work. I can't wait for summer to be over. Terrible, but true, given the things that tend to co-occur with summer. Hopefully we'll at least get some more beach time in, hopefully on a day when the sky isn't ominous.
Other recent valuable lessons: Culture Club has an exceedingly favorable ratio of women to men. The only place to find the price of luxury buildings without calling is in the print NY Times. Squash blossoms are tasty. Madras Mahal might be better than Pongal.
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