Today is Kristin's photoshoot. She is having her friend Stephanie take them. I've seen her portfolio a year ago and I wasn't particularly impressed, unfortunately. She graduated from Bridgewater studying Photography. I do have hope though, because a year is a good time frame for someone to improve exponentially (I cite rowing and skating). Kristin is taking a shoot because she needs shots for modeling. I found an ad the other day for a position that did not require much experience, and it called for a front, back and profile shot.
Throughout the week my mom and her boyfriend said a dozen things that should happen at the shoot. Athletic clothes, since they're looking for an athletic model... jeans and a tank top... flip-flops.. sneakers... heels, but not too tall since she already has some height. It was also discussed between mom's boyfriend and me about the importance of the photographer's ability to share/have the vision of the shoot: to take good (well, duh) photos of Kristin that show off her body well (double duh); including posing and background. Photography is an angles game. It should be the first thing you notice about photographing and photography. Stephanie's portfolio is a bit "meh" in that department. A lot of very straight-ahead, level shots. I wonder though, if her portfolio is strictly school assignments.
I don't really show too much interest in that stuff. I remember in high school the kids that were applying to art schools, a lot of them had... the. same. portfolios. WHY? Because they were all art class assignments. Everybody had the same study in still life (pencil sketches of a sphere, a cube, and one of those posing figurines), three drafts of the same thing, one in pencil, two in colour pencil. They were ALL THE SAME! Nobody really had pieces they did outside of class. And you want to go to ART SCHOOL? Sorry kid, maybe try different mediums. A large pencil drawing on drafting paper and a small pencil drawing on heavier paper... IS STILL A PENCIL DRAWING ON PAPER! Ever heard of oil on canvas? Pastels? WATER COLORS? If I was reviewing portfolios at an art school and all I saw were pencil and marker pieces, I'd just more onto the next person. This person isn't versatile enough. Stick to your bad persepective and even worse shading skills. Ever heard of "one fluid line", not "80 small lines resulting in an awfully awkward (and usually fuzzy) curve"? Sorry for the rant.
Kristin told me later that her shoot took 2 to 3, and it was Stephanie's longest shoot yet. Facepalm. How long are her usual shoots? And also she's never taken pictures of someone who WANTS to have their picture taken? UHHHH.... okay at least she's exercising her first amendment rights... I think. I told Kristin to have Stephanie send me all the raws. 3 hours must mean a lot of shots. And there must be SOME good ones in there. Right? RIGHT?
On Craigslist today I found a Modell's ad. Modell's is a sporting goods store (not my fave... they always have a sickly ambiance and they never seem to have any floor staff...) Apparently they're opening a new location in midtown and is having open interviews in Brooklyn. Interviews are open till 4PM weekdays and its 2:30, enough to shower, get ready and get there. As I'm printing the application... I realize that my suit is at the cleaners! And my interview shoes (remember the blisters?) are packed away SOMEWHERE. So I make an urgent call to my mom. SHE DOESN'T PICK UP! OH NOOO! She calls back 15 min later and doesn't know where my shoes are. Awwww mannnnn.
Turns out she was having some lengthy interview process with corporate at Alice + Olivia. Pretty cool. Mom says she'll help me put together an interview outfit when she comes home. I ended up brewing 2 pots of gunpowder green between the time I realized I couldn't go to the interviews and dinnertime.
I packed for the weekend trip to the Cape and set aside my clothes for tomorrow's practice. I drank a cup of Celestial Seasoning's Vanilla Honey Chamomile with some extra honey to help me go to bed. Long day tomorrow!
+7
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Day 45
I wake up and make a pot of gunpowder green. What I do is leave the leaves in the pot (overnight sometimes, it fits only first flush) until I decide to boil the water for the next flush. I wonder if that's bad... I know I definitely don't follow proper etiquette... I don't warm the pot before I brew. And I mostly do "and one for the pot" when I'm dealing with black teas, because I like my black teas strong for when I add milk (half&half.. do people consider it... cream? Chinese bakeries use... *gasp* light cream! No wonder HK style milk tea is SO delicious... which elads me to wonder if heavy cream is ever used... oh my haha. The only use for heavy cream I can think of is for good ol' Southern-style mac and cheese. Though caramel sauce requires one to reduce a simple syrup and then add... er... milk? Half&half? Light cream? Heavy crea?) I haven't been drinking black tea recently because well.. we're out of half&half and my mom hasn't decided to go grocery shopping in some time now.
In the morning I skyped with Kristin to help her with her resume (nicely). I helped her with consistency, grammar and (something I'm ridiculously anal about...) her skill section. She's happy that I was able to help her calmly and I am too.
I stay home all day and work on the website transfer and make another pot of tea. At some point in the morning I call my cousin and ask her about the Landy Stout. She says she got it and she loves it! Phew. She also invites me to her birthday party this Sunday. I tell her I'll ask. This way I can go back down to NYC with Kristin! I'll leave Saturday after crew practice and come back on Monday in time for practice on Tuesday morning.
Mom and her boyfriend come home later at night and he asks:
"Did you go out with your dad?"
"No."
"That sucks!"
Indeed it does.
I get an email reply to my inquiry about a personal assistant position on Craigslist. Apparently its from a guy in Estonia that runs an art store and needs someone to receive packages for him Stateside. I'd also need to do some personal shopping for hi, clothing and other goods. I'll need to receive packages and forward them to him elsewhere. He asks for my address and phone#. I get a fishy feeling about it (my address & # is on my resume) but I send the requested info anywhay. What's the worst that could happen, he has my contact info. So does anybody that is looking for me and knows how to use Google.
+6
In the morning I skyped with Kristin to help her with her resume (nicely). I helped her with consistency, grammar and (something I'm ridiculously anal about...) her skill section. She's happy that I was able to help her calmly and I am too.
I stay home all day and work on the website transfer and make another pot of tea. At some point in the morning I call my cousin and ask her about the Landy Stout. She says she got it and she loves it! Phew. She also invites me to her birthday party this Sunday. I tell her I'll ask. This way I can go back down to NYC with Kristin! I'll leave Saturday after crew practice and come back on Monday in time for practice on Tuesday morning.
Mom and her boyfriend come home later at night and he asks:
"Did you go out with your dad?"
"No."
"That sucks!"
Indeed it does.
I get an email reply to my inquiry about a personal assistant position on Craigslist. Apparently its from a guy in Estonia that runs an art store and needs someone to receive packages for him Stateside. I'd also need to do some personal shopping for hi, clothing and other goods. I'll need to receive packages and forward them to him elsewhere. He asks for my address and phone#. I get a fishy feeling about it (my address & # is on my resume) but I send the requested info anywhay. What's the worst that could happen, he has my contact info. So does anybody that is looking for me and knows how to use Google.
+6
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Day 44
This morning my dad called me to have dim sum and to meet him at noon in Brooklyn. Kristin sent me her resume to look over and because I was in a hurry, I said some critical things to her without explaining and left on a bad note. I ended up leaving the apartment at noon.
After I got out of the train station and started walking towards the dim sum place, I noticed that basically EVERY Chinese person walks duck-footed! Now, I don't know if I do that because it's kind of like trying to figure out if you pronounce the second 'a' in caramel. BUT it does seem to be mhat I would not be comfortable if I pointed my toes outward. Nevertheless, my feet point forward when I look down. I noticed this mostly because my cousin pushes duck-footed. I commented on it and asked if she normally walks that way and she said yes! Personally I think walking that way is UGLY!
So anyway, we make our way over to dim sum and one of the things we order is some sort of pastry... filled with durian paste! BLEH. Durian is a big spiky fruit with a very distinct smell and with an equally distinct (and acquired, of course) taste. My dad and grandpa enjoyed it. I also know that my two uncles on my dad's side enjoy it too. No idea about my aunt or my cousin,,, so it leaves me to believe that the men on my father's side enjoy durian, and maybe even everybody on my father's side! My mom on the other hand... HATES durian. She hates the taste, the smell, even the IMAGE of it. I don't really like it though I manage to stomach the pastry. I downed 3 cups of tea.
After dim sum, I had my dad rush me back to Manhattan because my mom's boyfriend texted me before I left for dim sum in the morning to get his shorts steam pressed and returned the same day. The dry cleaning lady put in a rush order for me. She is soo nice. She's funny too, she comments that my mom is "Ooooh, so fashionable!" with hand gestures that remind me of some of Gaga's moves from Alejandro.
I'm not needed for coxing tomorrow so I get to sleep in! My dad said he'd call me tomorrow for dimsum again.
+3
After I got out of the train station and started walking towards the dim sum place, I noticed that basically EVERY Chinese person walks duck-footed! Now, I don't know if I do that because it's kind of like trying to figure out if you pronounce the second 'a' in caramel. BUT it does seem to be mhat I would not be comfortable if I pointed my toes outward. Nevertheless, my feet point forward when I look down. I noticed this mostly because my cousin pushes duck-footed. I commented on it and asked if she normally walks that way and she said yes! Personally I think walking that way is UGLY!
So anyway, we make our way over to dim sum and one of the things we order is some sort of pastry... filled with durian paste! BLEH. Durian is a big spiky fruit with a very distinct smell and with an equally distinct (and acquired, of course) taste. My dad and grandpa enjoyed it. I also know that my two uncles on my dad's side enjoy it too. No idea about my aunt or my cousin,,, so it leaves me to believe that the men on my father's side enjoy durian, and maybe even everybody on my father's side! My mom on the other hand... HATES durian. She hates the taste, the smell, even the IMAGE of it. I don't really like it though I manage to stomach the pastry. I downed 3 cups of tea.
After dim sum, I had my dad rush me back to Manhattan because my mom's boyfriend texted me before I left for dim sum in the morning to get his shorts steam pressed and returned the same day. The dry cleaning lady put in a rush order for me. She is soo nice. She's funny too, she comments that my mom is "Ooooh, so fashionable!" with hand gestures that remind me of some of Gaga's moves from Alejandro.
I'm not needed for coxing tomorrow so I get to sleep in! My dad said he'd call me tomorrow for dimsum again.
+3
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Day 43
Today was my first morning coxing! I had to wake up at 4am to wash my face/brush and then changed into my Adidas wind pants and the rain jacket from this year's A10s. I never thought it would come in handy.
Before I headed out the door, my dad told me to grab a flashlight. They made it sound so scary, like some hobo was going to get me and stick me up for all my college funds (pffft yeah right). So I headed up the street and went down into the station. I had to take the 1 all the way up. The train took a little bit of a wait. The train had more people than I expected. And they weren't homeless, or very drunk. The train got stuck at like every station after we got out of the undergrounds. But the sun was rising and I managed to take a really bad picture of it all:
I finally got there and I met the masters head coach. He was a lot younger than I expected (Sorry!) and he had a big black dog named Argos. Argos is cute, I think he's a great dane? No maybe not, his lips aren't saggy enough lol. I also expected him to have a bigger truck. He drives a little red pickup truck. It was funny because he said that the truck handles different with a passenger. I hope he didn't mean that I'm fat!
I coxed the mens 4+ and it was nice. They were used to rowing in a quad and 4- (straight 4) so my bow person kept yelling stuff. It's a tidal course, so the course changes when it's low tide vs when it's high tide. Low tide is scary because you it's like, a 2k head race. And there's a BROKEN BUOY you're supposed to go around that is hard to see for first time coxswains :( Oh, and low tide stinks. Literally. The NYAC's boathouse is just across the lake/river/inlet/outlet/whateveryoucallit. And the equpment was pretty up-to-date! They had the newer coxboxes and the 4+ had the new Vespoli steering. (The side stick thing) It's stupid.
So we were done and some super nice ladies gave me a ride to the Pelham MetroNorth station. Apparently everybody at the rowing club knows Chelsea on my school's team. She's super fameous! Anyway, OH JEEZ THE TRAIN WAS EXPENSIVE. $8.50 for a one way! HOLY COW! So I ended up at Grand Central and took the 6 back to Union Square to take the L home. I caught my mom before she left for work. Goes to show how much crew people do before most "normal" people!
So obviously... I WENT TO SLEEP. Then I woke up and worked a little on my dad's website. We're trying to do a registrar/host transfer and it's a bit of a nightmare. I had 2 pots of gunpowder green. That stuff is so good. It doesn't need anything the texture is so smooth and the aroma is great.
My parents came home later and my dad ate some of my meatloaf from last night and we ordered it again tonight because he thought it was so good! So we had meatloaf again. We got the tomato&cheddar soup and the tomato alphabet soup tonight, but we didn't drink it so we stuck it in the fridge. Staying up late because I took a huge nap in the middle of the day.
+6
Before I headed out the door, my dad told me to grab a flashlight. They made it sound so scary, like some hobo was going to get me and stick me up for all my college funds (pffft yeah right). So I headed up the street and went down into the station. I had to take the 1 all the way up. The train took a little bit of a wait. The train had more people than I expected. And they weren't homeless, or very drunk. The train got stuck at like every station after we got out of the undergrounds. But the sun was rising and I managed to take a really bad picture of it all:
I finally got there and I met the masters head coach. He was a lot younger than I expected (Sorry!) and he had a big black dog named Argos. Argos is cute, I think he's a great dane? No maybe not, his lips aren't saggy enough lol. I also expected him to have a bigger truck. He drives a little red pickup truck. It was funny because he said that the truck handles different with a passenger. I hope he didn't mean that I'm fat!
I coxed the mens 4+ and it was nice. They were used to rowing in a quad and 4- (straight 4) so my bow person kept yelling stuff. It's a tidal course, so the course changes when it's low tide vs when it's high tide. Low tide is scary because you it's like, a 2k head race. And there's a BROKEN BUOY you're supposed to go around that is hard to see for first time coxswains :( Oh, and low tide stinks. Literally. The NYAC's boathouse is just across the lake/river/inlet/outlet/whateveryoucallit. And the equpment was pretty up-to-date! They had the newer coxboxes and the 4+ had the new Vespoli steering. (The side stick thing) It's stupid.
So we were done and some super nice ladies gave me a ride to the Pelham MetroNorth station. Apparently everybody at the rowing club knows Chelsea on my school's team. She's super fameous! Anyway, OH JEEZ THE TRAIN WAS EXPENSIVE. $8.50 for a one way! HOLY COW! So I ended up at Grand Central and took the 6 back to Union Square to take the L home. I caught my mom before she left for work. Goes to show how much crew people do before most "normal" people!
So obviously... I WENT TO SLEEP. Then I woke up and worked a little on my dad's website. We're trying to do a registrar/host transfer and it's a bit of a nightmare. I had 2 pots of gunpowder green. That stuff is so good. It doesn't need anything the texture is so smooth and the aroma is great.
My parents came home later and my dad ate some of my meatloaf from last night and we ordered it again tonight because he thought it was so good! So we had meatloaf again. We got the tomato&cheddar soup and the tomato alphabet soup tonight, but we didn't drink it so we stuck it in the fridge. Staying up late because I took a huge nap in the middle of the day.
+6
Monday, July 12, 2010
Day 42
This morning was the fumigation, so I had to wake up early. Their arrival time was "9am to noon". ARE YOU SERIOUS? You are arriving ANYTIME in a THREE HOUR WINDOW. Slick, fumigation people, SLICK. So I run downstairs to throw the bedding into the washers and go back upstairs to get ready for my day. After I get kicked out by fumigation, I'm supposed to chill out at my mom's work. I get upstairs to drink the Dirty Bird peach tea in the fridge, and the exterminators are in. It's only 9.
There is a stout black woman and tall European man. The lady tells me that they aren't contracted to treat everything in the bags soooooo we have to close them all up, because my parents opened them all up thinking they would fumigate the bags. So we close up everything. We proceed to have the following conversation; she starts:
"Your re-entry time is 4 hours after 1 hour from now."
"You mean.... in 5 hours?"
"Yeah."
Should I really be entrusting them with the apartment? Eh. I get packed and get the crap out.
Of course, as always, I get lost trying to get to my mom's office. It really is stupid how building numbers go on Broadway. REALLY stupid. And it doesn't help that most of them look the same.
So I FINALLY make it there. Mom is busy she's got to run to a meeting. I whip out my laptop, take her Ethernet cord and get connected. She comes back briefly, and I return her internet. I go over to the break room and make myself a cup of tea. They have almost exclusively Bigelow teas. Ehh. Grab 2 English Breakfast bags, throw some hot water in it, 2 Coffee Mates and somewhere between 4-8 packets of sugar. They don't have brown :( I go back to my mom's office and read a book that I brought, Mind Hacks by Tom Stafford and Matt Webb. It's kind of like my neuroscience class all over again. Not dull, but you need to be awake to read it.
Throughout the day mom goes to 4 more meetings, 1 of which lasts for 3 some-odd hours. It's because she just came back from a month-long business trip in Asia and her superior is about to go on a business trip himself, so they need to get up-to-date on their progress. Also, her umbrella company decided to merge like 4 of the other companies, hers being one of them, sooooooo the office is a real shitstorm.
We went to Hale and Hearty for lunch. It's like this soup place, that also has sandwiches and salads. Errrr... think an urban Panera Bread with no... well, pastries. I got the soup/sandwich combo with sweet tomato corn chowder and a BBQ chicken sandwich. I also grabbed some oatmeal raisin cookies. I don't usually like them, but if I see them I might want one. I just really like the oat texture in those. But sometimes they're too nasty :( Anyway, HALE AND HEARTY IS DELICIOUS AND EVERYBODY SHOULD GO THERE! GO! GOOOOO! Ahahahah.... Yeah, so it was good, and I think people should check it out sometime.
Ohohoh. Dove chocolate makes hot chocolate. I know Kristin will be jealous when she reads this. My mom's office has a Flavia machine, and that's like.... K-cups SQUARED. You have the option to make lattes. So I had a Dove hot chocolate Milky Way chocolatte-whatever. You put in the "topping" Milky Way packet in first, then the Dove hot chocolate in when it tells you to.... and TAADAAAAAA yummm. Best. Hot chocolate.. EVER.
When we went home that night, we had no idea what to expect. The house was.... the same. Except that our couch was turned on this back, and the bottom layer was ripped out. And there was a knife lying around. OUR knife. OUR KNIFE THAT WAS IN A DRAWER. THEY TOOK OUR KNIFE AND USED IT TO CUT OUR COUCH OPEN! The nerve of them.... Other than that the apartment seemed to look the same. Maybe slightly less bed-buggy. They have to come back in 2 weeks.
For dinner I ordered the turkey meatloaf from Big Daddy's. I got veggie soup with it, but I didn't really want it since I had soup earlier that day. They had veggie chili but it wasn't an option /: So it came... and it came with mashed potatoes and carrots too! WOW! Yumm. And BY GOLLY PETE, IT WAS SOOOO GOOD. I ate half and gave the rest to my mom.
Crew tomorrow morning, so I gotta go to bed. I was pretty CAPSLOCK-happy today haha.
+3
There is a stout black woman and tall European man. The lady tells me that they aren't contracted to treat everything in the bags soooooo we have to close them all up, because my parents opened them all up thinking they would fumigate the bags. So we close up everything. We proceed to have the following conversation; she starts:
"Your re-entry time is 4 hours after 1 hour from now."
"You mean.... in 5 hours?"
"Yeah."
Should I really be entrusting them with the apartment? Eh. I get packed and get the crap out.
Of course, as always, I get lost trying to get to my mom's office. It really is stupid how building numbers go on Broadway. REALLY stupid. And it doesn't help that most of them look the same.
So I FINALLY make it there. Mom is busy she's got to run to a meeting. I whip out my laptop, take her Ethernet cord and get connected. She comes back briefly, and I return her internet. I go over to the break room and make myself a cup of tea. They have almost exclusively Bigelow teas. Ehh. Grab 2 English Breakfast bags, throw some hot water in it, 2 Coffee Mates and somewhere between 4-8 packets of sugar. They don't have brown :( I go back to my mom's office and read a book that I brought, Mind Hacks by Tom Stafford and Matt Webb. It's kind of like my neuroscience class all over again. Not dull, but you need to be awake to read it.
Throughout the day mom goes to 4 more meetings, 1 of which lasts for 3 some-odd hours. It's because she just came back from a month-long business trip in Asia and her superior is about to go on a business trip himself, so they need to get up-to-date on their progress. Also, her umbrella company decided to merge like 4 of the other companies, hers being one of them, sooooooo the office is a real shitstorm.
We went to Hale and Hearty for lunch. It's like this soup place, that also has sandwiches and salads. Errrr... think an urban Panera Bread with no... well, pastries. I got the soup/sandwich combo with sweet tomato corn chowder and a BBQ chicken sandwich. I also grabbed some oatmeal raisin cookies. I don't usually like them, but if I see them I might want one. I just really like the oat texture in those. But sometimes they're too nasty :( Anyway, HALE AND HEARTY IS DELICIOUS AND EVERYBODY SHOULD GO THERE! GO! GOOOOO! Ahahahah.... Yeah, so it was good, and I think people should check it out sometime.
Ohohoh. Dove chocolate makes hot chocolate. I know Kristin will be jealous when she reads this. My mom's office has a Flavia machine, and that's like.... K-cups SQUARED. You have the option to make lattes. So I had a Dove hot chocolate Milky Way chocolatte-whatever. You put in the "topping" Milky Way packet in first, then the Dove hot chocolate in when it tells you to.... and TAADAAAAAA yummm. Best. Hot chocolate.. EVER.
When we went home that night, we had no idea what to expect. The house was.... the same. Except that our couch was turned on this back, and the bottom layer was ripped out. And there was a knife lying around. OUR knife. OUR KNIFE THAT WAS IN A DRAWER. THEY TOOK OUR KNIFE AND USED IT TO CUT OUR COUCH OPEN! The nerve of them.... Other than that the apartment seemed to look the same. Maybe slightly less bed-buggy. They have to come back in 2 weeks.
For dinner I ordered the turkey meatloaf from Big Daddy's. I got veggie soup with it, but I didn't really want it since I had soup earlier that day. They had veggie chili but it wasn't an option /: So it came... and it came with mashed potatoes and carrots too! WOW! Yumm. And BY GOLLY PETE, IT WAS SOOOO GOOD. I ate half and gave the rest to my mom.
Crew tomorrow morning, so I gotta go to bed. I was pretty CAPSLOCK-happy today haha.
+3
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Day 41
Today my parents went to have breakfast with my dad's friends (from work?). I slept in because I wasn't invited. I ended up not having breakfast and just surfing on the computer. Tomorrow is the fumigation too. I just have laundry to do but I wonder how much stuff my parents have left. I made a pot of tea when my parents came home.
We ordered delivery from Dirty Bird. We got their rotisserie chicken and it was pretty good. I'm not big on chicken so... meh. I ordered their peach iced tea, but I was saving it for last. I didn't end up drinking it because my dad pissed me off by saying that I shouldn't eat more at lunch to make up for breakfast because it stretches my stomach and I'm doubling my calorie intake (I was just having an extra side of mashed potatoes) and I definitely should watch what I eat if I'm looking to stay fit. I tried to sleep it off, but I couldn't go to sleep because he kept talking and the tv was loud, so I went out for a skate on the east side highway.
Went down to Battery City and then headed back. Practiced a little switch pushing. When I went home I brewed up a pot of gunpowder green. My mom and I then went down to the laundry room to finish drying everything else.
IT. WAS. RIDICULOUS. My mom dried my "donut" yarn (a Caron 1 pounder) and it started to unravel and TANGLE! It was horrible and I ended up needing to untangle a giant mess.
THEN she dried THE REST of my yarn and I had a GIANT tangle. I spent an hour untangling everything.
Tomorrow is the fumigation and I need to wake up early to dry all the bedding and get the hell out.
+3
We ordered delivery from Dirty Bird. We got their rotisserie chicken and it was pretty good. I'm not big on chicken so... meh. I ordered their peach iced tea, but I was saving it for last. I didn't end up drinking it because my dad pissed me off by saying that I shouldn't eat more at lunch to make up for breakfast because it stretches my stomach and I'm doubling my calorie intake (I was just having an extra side of mashed potatoes) and I definitely should watch what I eat if I'm looking to stay fit. I tried to sleep it off, but I couldn't go to sleep because he kept talking and the tv was loud, so I went out for a skate on the east side highway.
Went down to Battery City and then headed back. Practiced a little switch pushing. When I went home I brewed up a pot of gunpowder green. My mom and I then went down to the laundry room to finish drying everything else.
IT. WAS. RIDICULOUS. My mom dried my "donut" yarn (a Caron 1 pounder) and it started to unravel and TANGLE! It was horrible and I ended up needing to untangle a giant mess.
THEN she dried THE REST of my yarn and I had a GIANT tangle. I spent an hour untangling everything.
Tomorrow is the fumigation and I need to wake up early to dry all the bedding and get the hell out.
+3
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Day 40
The drying and bagging continues. My mom packed away my phone charger yesterday and my phone died last night. It's been surprisingly unproductive for me. This morning was the Mini-Bomb longboard race hosted by Concrete Kings. I wanted Kristin to do it with me, but she had to go home, and Also I had a dentist appointment like RIGHT after, so I wouldn't be able to join the festivities.
We had breakfast at.... you guessed it, Elephant Castle! Hahaha. And I had...... yeah, that too! A pot of English Breakfast hahahaha. Had the Mexican omelette, sans bacon. It was still pretty heavy, and I wasn't too fond of the cheddar in it, it was too sharp. My parents' favorite server Brian was off this week.
After breakfast we went back to the apartment to chill for a little, then my mom and I went to the dentist. On the way there, we stopped at some new (looking) Vietnamese(?) place for some bubble tea. I won't be going back. 1) The staff's children seem to think the entire establishment was a playground, and one little girl even had sandals with squeakers in the sole, so she was squeaking everywhere, 2) service is REALLY slow, and they have one person only designated for drinks, 3) They gave me Vietnamese coffee, with no bubbles. The coffee was decent though. I got a cap for one of my front teeth that got chipped somehow. All my family members and close friends have been bugging me about it. I also got my teeth cleaned. My mom had the appointment right after mine, so she gave me her Blackberry so I could go on Facebook, since my phone was dead.
After the dentist, we walked towards Broadway on Canal and got a phone charger for $5 from a street vendor. I didn't have my phone on me and I was really unsure of the charger I needed, but one of the guys manning the stand was really helpful and knew that the Verizon Voyager was the VX 10000. Weird, but cool. Then we went to some bootleg-ish luggage place on Broadway and Canal. It was bootleg-ish because it had some cheap (and obviously) fake luggage in the front, and in the back they had these expensive $300+ brand name luggage, Samsonite, Burton, North Face... yeeesh. One of the Burtons looked REALLY nice, but I'll probably end up getting something cheap for $30 or so.
THENNN we started walking up Broadway, stopped at places like Muji (very cool minimalist stuff from Japan... I have a watch from them), TopShop (like an English H&M), H&M (had this AMAZING blazer. Very Gaga.), Duane Reade (found the lotion my dermatologist recommended), Rite Aid (Did not have said lotion), Old Navy (very disorienting, to say the least), and a bunch of shoe stores.
We ducked into some side street and went into a jewelery store called Versani... it was really cool. A lot of expensive things. I saw a little dachshund pendant that Kristin would like. :) I'm sure it would be $300+ though. Just for the doggy. Which is the size of my pinky fingernail.
My mom couldn't resist going into any shoe boutique we passed so it did take a little while longer than I hoped to get home. We did stop at a Starbucks to use their facilities though, and a stop at Gray's Papaya for some.. er, "Papaya Drink". I have never figured out what the hell one of those were, but they're still good and refreshing when you've walked from Chinatown back to the West Village on a 90+ day.
Got home, made a pot of tea, and finished drying the last of my clothes. Ughh this bedbug business is crazy.
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We had breakfast at.... you guessed it, Elephant Castle! Hahaha. And I had...... yeah, that too! A pot of English Breakfast hahahaha. Had the Mexican omelette, sans bacon. It was still pretty heavy, and I wasn't too fond of the cheddar in it, it was too sharp. My parents' favorite server Brian was off this week.
After breakfast we went back to the apartment to chill for a little, then my mom and I went to the dentist. On the way there, we stopped at some new (looking) Vietnamese(?) place for some bubble tea. I won't be going back. 1) The staff's children seem to think the entire establishment was a playground, and one little girl even had sandals with squeakers in the sole, so she was squeaking everywhere, 2) service is REALLY slow, and they have one person only designated for drinks, 3) They gave me Vietnamese coffee, with no bubbles. The coffee was decent though. I got a cap for one of my front teeth that got chipped somehow. All my family members and close friends have been bugging me about it. I also got my teeth cleaned. My mom had the appointment right after mine, so she gave me her Blackberry so I could go on Facebook, since my phone was dead.
After the dentist, we walked towards Broadway on Canal and got a phone charger for $5 from a street vendor. I didn't have my phone on me and I was really unsure of the charger I needed, but one of the guys manning the stand was really helpful and knew that the Verizon Voyager was the VX 10000. Weird, but cool. Then we went to some bootleg-ish luggage place on Broadway and Canal. It was bootleg-ish because it had some cheap (and obviously) fake luggage in the front, and in the back they had these expensive $300+ brand name luggage, Samsonite, Burton, North Face... yeeesh. One of the Burtons looked REALLY nice, but I'll probably end up getting something cheap for $30 or so.
THENNN we started walking up Broadway, stopped at places like Muji (very cool minimalist stuff from Japan... I have a watch from them), TopShop (like an English H&M), H&M (had this AMAZING blazer. Very Gaga.), Duane Reade (found the lotion my dermatologist recommended), Rite Aid (Did not have said lotion), Old Navy (very disorienting, to say the least), and a bunch of shoe stores.
We ducked into some side street and went into a jewelery store called Versani... it was really cool. A lot of expensive things. I saw a little dachshund pendant that Kristin would like. :) I'm sure it would be $300+ though. Just for the doggy. Which is the size of my pinky fingernail.
My mom couldn't resist going into any shoe boutique we passed so it did take a little while longer than I hoped to get home. We did stop at a Starbucks to use their facilities though, and a stop at Gray's Papaya for some.. er, "Papaya Drink". I have never figured out what the hell one of those were, but they're still good and refreshing when you've walked from Chinatown back to the West Village on a 90+ day.
Got home, made a pot of tea, and finished drying the last of my clothes. Ughh this bedbug business is crazy.
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