The Step with the Seafood

Today I went to Central Park. I've been meaning to go out more and do things/see things before I leave this New York for three months. I'm very conflicted about leaving (more on that later, perhaps).

So I went to Central Park to work. Today was a perfect New York autumn day: overcast and windy yet not cold enough to be uncomfortable. That is, until the rain.

Rain that came out of nowhere, like in perhaps every episode of LOST. Luckily, I had ducked out of Central Park before it got really bad. Yet the sheer power and scale of the storm forced me to go into hiding. Where did I hide?

A wine store. Correction: a wine store with free tastings from local wineries and free oysters and clams. It was pretty sweet. I thought to myself, "Why not? I'm here anyway? Why not try some wine and get a nice midday buzz going." And that's exactly what I did. I even tried oysters on the half-shell, an experience I don't believe I've ever had. It was surprisingly good! I think I may be addicted (I just imagine myself going to every wharf and begging for oysters in order to get my "fix"). Finally, I bought a nice bottle of wine that I hope to share with roommates at dinner tonight.

Then I went to Michaels to procure my [harbor] fix. Afterwards, I went to Barnes and Nobles to get my postcards for family fix and my Scott Pilgrim fix. And what a surprise! I found myself by Gray's Papaya (a New York tradition), and while I wasn't really hungry I knew I had to try one of their hot dogs. I didn't get the papaya juice, which will have to be remedied. Someday.

I'm home now. Time to get started on some [harbor].

The Step with the Steps

Getting up at 8 am (when previously for a month I've gotten up at noon), waking my roommate up, getting a U-Haul in Harlem, driving through Manhattan (again!), picking up a mattress and box-spring (and rolling frame!) finally, driving through Central Park, moving a mattress into our place, getting said mattress in our small elevator, getting a ticket just as we were about to move the U-Haul out of the way of a BROKEN (!) fire hydrant, Skyping with Mom with the first time, seeing how excited she was as I show her that my window looks out onto another window, making perhaps the best Star Wars video ever for my dad's birthday, Skyping and singing my own acoustic guitar version of "Happy Birthday" for my dad, going to Target in the Bronx with roomie to pick up bedsheets for new bed, picking up an awesome plaid button-up too, picking up a few nifty household objects (like a fan) as well, eating at Dave & Buster's with Jen and Cindy, missing out on the D&B arcade games as we race across town to make Inception in IMAX, missing Inception in IMAX since it was sold out, realizing that movies sell out here (and elsewhere apparently; not Fairfield, I'll tell you that!), vowing to ALWAYS use Fandango as we race up Third Ave. while trying to buy tickets for a non-IMAX but still exciting Inception, snagging a cab to reach the theatre in time, being a little afraid for our lives as the cab races up Third Ave. to reach the theatre in time, reaching the theatre in time, buying tickets for 10:20, INCEPTION!!!, knowing all the trials today were well worth seeing that movie tonight, taking three subway trains to reach our home, and finally...

...assembling a bed so that this room, apartment, and town might feel just a bit more like home.

Good. Bad.

Up. Down.

Back. Forth.

It's been a day.

Goodnight.

If I can make it here...

I have three dreams. Three wishes, if you will.

1) To live in New York City.

2) To be in a Broadway show.

3) To help bring musicals back into the forefront of American society.

I have been here in New York for almost two weeks, now. I see no sign leaving. Ever.

Wish one granted. Two more to go.