Sorry We've Been Lame...

Dear Readers,
First things first, we hope that you all had a very happy holiday! We're sorry that we've been totally lame (not to mention lazy) with not posting. While we haven't posted re: fun things in our lives in Brooklyn lately, things have in fact, been happening. We'll try to catch everyone up in the next days/weeks.
When I think about the last couple of weeks of December, and what I want to share with you, the first thing that comes to mind is not that me and Wasp had a Holiday Party with more than 20 people and that I cooked successfully for all of those people. It is not that I passed my first semester of graduate school. Nor is it that Brooklyn got more than 6 inches of snow my last weekend there, and that me, Wasp, and a few of our friends pretty much lived in our living room for more than 48 hours. No, loyal readers. What I want to tell you has to do nothing with either of us directly and everything to do with the photo at the beginning of this post.
The last week that I was working, my job had a holiday party on Wednesday. I only work from 12-5 on Wednesdays, and while I usually go to the library from 9-12 I didn't on this day, because I had a bag filled with pie and cookies (left over from the party). Clearly, I couldn't take pie to the library, especially not with all those angry, nervous undergraduates. So instead, I slept late and took my time. I even made myself eggs for breakfast. It was the start of what I assumed was going to be a pretty boring morning. That burning morning was shattered when I got on the subway, giant bag of desserts dragging behind me.
I got on the train, and seat myself at the window, rummaged through my bag, took out my Kindle (love!) and settled in for a calm commute. There weren't that many people on the train. But there was this man across the isle from me, wearing a pair of jeans, a leather jacket and tattoos all over his hands. Strange, I thought to myself. But not too crazy...so I went back to reading. Then, this man's cell phone rang. And this is the conversation that ensued.
Man: "Hello? Hi, Cathy. No, I can't talk right now, I have to go downtown to take care of some stuff. I can't talk to you right now." Pause. "Why? What do you mean why? I just got out of prison after 20 years. I spoke to you once every two weeks for those 20 years. I love you, but I need some space." Pause. "I've been traveling for seven hours! I have to go downtown! You've called me seven times! I'll be home soon".
Then the man hangs up. We go about two stops, and his phone rings again.
Man: "CRISTINA! Its Dad!" Pause. "I'm OUT! The last time I saw you were a BABY! And now your a grown woman!" Pause. "Hey, listen, while I was in prison, I got your name tattooed across my chest!" Pause. "Some guy in prison did it for me. Yeah, I can't remember his name...he was asthmatic." Pause. Hey listen, want to go get your feets (not a typo) done? There's $300 in the drawer in your mother's room. Go, take it. Get your feets done, get your face done, do whatever you want. I'll see you in a few hours. I love you".
The man hangs up. Then he calls the first woman back. Man: "Hey, its me. Listen, did you spend that $300? I hope not. I told Cristina she could have it to get her feets done." Pause. "Yeah, yeah, go with her, get your feets done. Wax whatever. Just go with her. Tell her everything we talked about telling her. I'll be home in a few hours." Pause. "I love you too. I'm so happy to be coming home."
Now, while I probably should have been a little bit freaked out (what kind of crime makes you go to prison for 20 years?) my heart actually warmed a little bit. It was the week before Christmas, and he got out of prison and was going home to his family, newly tattooed, but going home none the less.
There you have it. A little Christmas cheer from Brooklyn.

Merry Christmas, from Sears

A letter I received from NLG today. (In case you cannot deduce this, her family's refrigerator broke yesterday, two days before XMAS!)

Today, our main refridgerator broke (I say main because like all good Americans we have two). My dad called sears; got transferred a million times, and then gave the phone to me to wait on hold while he "tried to fix" (used loosely) the problem. Well, Sears told us that even though we are a warranty AND a service contract (which is a hundred and some odd dollars a year) they said that they were BOOKED for today CHRISTMAS EVE (WHO GETS SHIT FIXED ON CHRISTMAS EVE!? ALL of their appointments were booked and they had all been "scheduled weeks in advance") and that they coudln't give us an appointment until JANUARY 7! Well, needless to say, I yelled. And I said these magical words "I will never shop at Sears again". What did that do, you may ask?

Well, an hour later (ie 5 minutes ago) Kia from Sears called to say that she just got a very upsetting message (from the idiot with the Southern twank who I bitched at, I'm sure) that I would not shop at Sears again. She said she would try to get me in today and if she coudln't, would I be available for Saturday. WAIT Kia is on the phone with Lenore as we speak. Apparently they are most likely coming today.

Lesson learned: unless you are deal with the MORONS from Cabelvision, threatening to cease patronage equals SERVICE.

Love,
NLG

PS-this should prob go on the blog

Conversation of Boredom and SNOW

So, as you may or may not have heard, NYC got dumped on (well dumped is debatable, I'm from Rochester) and we have a foot of snow as of this morning. All day (and most of yesterday), me and NLG have done nothing but sit in the living room. We ate, worked, and entertained ourselves via YouTube in there.


Boyfriend of NLG also did some wonderful shoveling (I had done some earlier in the morning to take my friend to the airport).


Boyfriend of NLG: "Don't step on my toes!"
NLG: "I'm trying not to. I'm trying to avoid the filth" (as the chip bag crinkles.)

NLG to Boyfriend: "Sometimes I think Wasp is only my roommate because I date you."
Me: "Sometimes that's true."
NLG (looks at me, distraught): "That was hurtful."

Our Fradulent Advent Calendar

Hello Readers!
Sorry for the delay of this post...Thanksgiving week was pretty boring for us, as we weren't together/in our home and thus had no fun events to tell you all about.

I came back to Brooklyn on Sunday night and Wasp came home on Monday afternoon. I walked into our dining room on Monday night to find it filled with groceries (yay!) and more importantly...Christmas decorations.

Wasp brought us: a 6.5 feet tall Tree, a (horrid) needlepointed Christmas pillow, a wreath for our front door (which makes our entire hallway smell like winter) and perhaps most exciting...an Advent calendar (see above), filled with, as Wasp says "chocolate treats".

I'm not entirely sure that its an Advent calendar, and this is why (my parents are going to kill me for saying/writing this after 13 years of catholic school...I'm sorry in advance).

Advent is four weeks, right? Three purple candles and one pink? Or is it three pinks and a purple? I actually don't know...but. I do know that 7X4 is 28 (clearly I'm doing well in Statistics).

Our "Advent" calendar has 25 days. That is wrong. It is not Advent-y. It is a countdown to Christmas labeled falsely as an Advent calendar. Jesus would not be happy. Additionally, Wasp tried to tell me that there were no "religious figures" on the calendar (which is actually kind of a box that we taped to our front door) and that Jesus shouldn't be offended because they didn't involve "his people".

You can't see it very well in the picture, but that little blond girl with the red dress, warming her hands by the fire with Santa? She has wings. She is not a bird-girl, or Batman's pretty kid cousin. She is an Angel. If an Angel is not one of "Jesus' people" I'm not quite sure what is...therefore, Jesus would be offended. I'm thinking about taking the make believe Advent Christmas countdown of sin down when I get home today...I don't want bad Jesus luck in our home.

Vagina Wax-The Epilogue

I'd like to start out by saying that all of your reactions (via e-mails and IMs) have made me realize that I was totally justified in being sceeved out.

Most importantly: I have nothing growing on my face and my eyebrows look great...crisis averted.

Apparently, this whole ordeal created quite a stir with my Mom and sister because (as my Mom told me this morning) they analyzed the situation after I hung up with them. My sister (who also frequents Li & Li nails when she comes to visit) says that she thinks that there are two vats of wax: one for face waxing and one for "private" waxing. I'm not entirely sure this is true. However, lets give Li & Li nails the benefit of the doubt here and say that yes, there are two vats of wax.

If that is true, and one goes to get their "privates" waxed, that means that "private" germs are being exchanged among customers. I have never gotten anything below the belt waxed. I do not plan to. However, for those of you who do, it may be worth requesting that you get a fresh batch of wax-otherwise, you risk your "privates" being contaminated.

I'll leave it there because I think that any further analysis may make me physically ill. I'd like to thank my Mom and sister for proving once again that they are the queens of sceeve.

Vagina Wax

One of the best things (I think) about living in Brooklyn is that manicures/pedicures and waxing is so cheap. For example, there is a place near us called Li & Li Nails that I have been going to since I stopped biting my nails in the 9th grade every other weekend when we came to visit my grandparents.

Why is this place so great? Well a manicure and pedicure Monday-Wednesday? 13.99. Wednesday-Sunday? 15.99. Manicure and Pedicure for men? $19.99 (Every man reading this should pencil in a time to come to Brooklyn to get this done. It is totally necessary). The women who work there are super nice, they have lots of nail polish selections (that's the color I got my nails tonight) and the pedicure chairs are new and are capable of massage...or kicking shit out of you depending on what setting you put it on.

So because Mondays kick my butt (International Politics and Statistics back to back) I often spend Monday nights beautifying myself. Today I got a manicure and got my eyebrows waxed. I've given up on pedicures for a few months since its getting cold and the only other person who sees my toes other than me is Wasp. I got there at about 5, parked my car at the meter out front ($.75 for the hour) and head in fully prepared to zone out while a perky Asian lady rubs my hands. What I was not prepared for was the discussion/event that I witnessed.

About 15 minutes after I arrive, I'm getting my nails done (eyebrows come later) and in walks a woman, about 52 years old. Frosted hair. Arched eyebrows a different color than said frosted hair. Baby blue velor jump suit (I wish I could say I was kidding). The women all seem to recognize her, and yell hello. We'll call her Annette.

Annette walks up to one of the woman who says "What you need?" Her response? Bikini wax. Pedicure. Manicure. In that order. So, Annette is taken to the So the tiny room with a tinted window where the waxing takes place. You can't see much through the window, but if you really stare you can figure out what is happening. Of course I am watching. She was in there for about 25 minutes, and during that time I saw her get up and lay down at least three times and also saw her legs in the air. She finishes, comes out (surprisingly looking like nothing had even happened) and gets ready for her pedicure. My manicure is finally finished and go back to get my eyebrows done. Now, for those of you who don't get waxed often, often times you lay down. What does this mean? I laid down where this woman's almost bare ass was.

As if this wasn't bad enough, I call my mom (Mrs. NLG) to tell her what had happened and she proceeded to gross me out even more. The ladies (and some of the guys) reading this will know that when you get anything waxed, they put the wax on with a popsicle stick of sorts, and they take the wax out of a giant vat. Now I'm sure that at fancy salons they use a different stick for every spread, however like I said we're talking cheap here in Brooklyn. So, its the same stick for a bunch of dips. Which means, as my mom pointed out, that this woman's vagina germs were put back into the vat of wax only to be put on MY FACE.

Think about that, loyal readers. I'll write again tomorrow and let you if I have syphilis growing on my face.

6 inches

I would never attempt to even put these on, much less commute/stand all day/walk in them. She looked great though!

Our Kitchen

This is what I found when I walked into our kitchen this evening. Wasp usually leaves one cabinet open when she is cooking/cleaning.

This evening however, she left the kitchen, turned the lights off, and retired to the living room to watch TV. She left five cabinets open. Its a good thing we love each other :)

Today, I Should Have Lit $95 on Fire

This morning, Wasp and I went downstairs to start our daily commute to work. We were both carrying garbage and were a little distracted. That is, until I looked across the street where my car was park and saw this -->


Now, from far away it kind of looked like something from Netflix. My first thought? "I'm asking for a Netflix subscription for Christmas! How do I have something already? And why would I get something on my windshield?"


My next thought? "Please, Baby Jesus do not let that be a ticket." Now, Wasp had gotten a ticket in late September for not moving her car on an alternate side parking day for $45. Annoying, but no big deal. I walk across the street and pull of the sheet, and there it is...my very first parking ticket. For $95.

Why $95 you may ask? Because I parked in front of a driveway. I know what you're thinking. How did you park in front of a driveway, how did you not see it? It was a midget driveway. Maybe you could park a pony there. And not even a full sized pony, one of those creepy toy ponies that they keep on farms for kids to look at.

My Mothers response when I told her I got a ticket? "Welcome to Brooklyn. They could have towed your car. Thank god they didn't...you and Wasp would have ended up on Law and Order SVU because you would have had to go to the impound lot. And bad things always happen there." At least I'd have a chance of meeting cutie Elliot Stabler :)

There's a button for it on the microwave

Tonight marked our second night of attempting to make sweet potatoes. They are quite a treat in our home, as we both love them and they remind us of that homey, autumn feeling we get from our parents' houses.

Our first time baking the potatoes took over an hour. I followed my mom's directions (450 degrees for 40 mins or so) and the middle of the potato was still hard. We ended up putting them in the microwave for 10 more minutes (after we took them in and out of the oven to check if they were done). So, needless to say, we had semi-uncooked sweet potatoes the first time.

This time, as suggested by NLG's mom (Mrs. NLG), we put them in the microwave for a few minutes first, then put them in the oven for 40 mins on 450 degrees. VOILA!


BUMPY POTATOES!

Nonetheless, they were delish. The micro-oven combo cook worked!

Mrs. NLG called NLG just as we were enjoying our potatoes. I hear a scream from the kitchen:

"MY MOM SAID WE CAN USE THE BUTTON ON THE MICROWAVE ENTITLED 'POTATO'!!!!!!"


I crumble to the floor in laughter. And now we know for next time.

Excalibur in the Village?

This week has been pretty busy for both of us...lots of work and paper writing! And after our "major clean" and swamp pudding episode, we had no major mishaps in our home (note: Wasp has not yet put her clothes away and mine started to build up again).


On my way home on Wednesday night though, I think I found Excalibur. Granted, it was not in the rock (or is it a stone?) that it was supposed to be; it was laying haphazardly on the ground outside my subway entrance...but there is was. It looked a lot like the picture attached (I tried to take a picture of it, but my crappy camera phone has not flash and it was already dark out). I'm not entirely sure who it belonged to as its owner seemed to be MIA and no one except to me seemed to even notice it was there...I guess that's what it means to live in New York.

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back in our March Toward Domesticity

Happy Monday, loyal readers!

After a really grown up meal (chicken, rice and green beans) Wasp and I did a major clean of our apartment (which was looking pretty rank thanks to midterms, busy days at work and super lazy weekends!).
"Major" for us means:
vacuum
sweep
Swiffer Wet Jet (my favorite)
clean stove/microwave
clean bathroom
put clothes away in rooms (I did this today when I got home from class/the supermarket, Wasp decided we did enough for tonight and will be doing it "tomorrow").

In celebration of our "major" clean we decided that we should eat some of the instant pudding (chocolate) that Wasp made earlier tonight.

Now, if you know me (and I'm assuming that most of you do) you know that instant Jello pudding is perhaps one of my favorite desserts. I bought it today at Food Dynasty and got chocolate because it is Wasp's favorite (and by favorite, I mean the only pudding she will eat).

Anyway, we finished cleaning and opened the tupperware that the pudding was in. The picture attached to this post is what we found. Swamp pudding. I know what you are thinking, "NLG, tell me you did not eat that disgusting mixture. Tell me that you went across the street to the convenience store owned by the crotchety old man and got some ice cream".

I'm sorry to tell you that I did, in fact eat the pudding. Actually, I'm not sorry because it was delicious. It was a little chunky, but I have to say that I think that added to the experience. Overall, we are going to improve our mixing skills but still the pudding proved to be a happy end to my evening (note: Wasp did not eat the pudding).

Reasons we are more domestic than we were in August:
1. We made big girl meals
2. We cleaned without anyone telling us we needed to
3. I put my pudding in the fancy dessert dishes my Aunt got us

Reasons we are less domestic than we were in August:
1. We made swamp pudding


More soon...thanks for reading!

"Thanks, Yanks!"

Hello Readers!

Woke up today completely forgetting that the Yankees had won the World Series this week and that today was the parade. Wasp seemed to forget too...until we went to our subway station to find it filled with Yankees fans all geared out and ready to go frolic in confetti down at City Hall.

We tried to avoid being on their subway car, but it happened anyway; please see the picture for just a sampling of the gentlemen who accompanied us on our commute today. At the first stop, about 12 teenage boys got on and I am pretty sure they were drunk (please note that it was 8:05am). Actually, now that I am thinking about it, I am pretty sure that all of the parade goers were drunk. I admire their determination.

So, while the rest of New York is out celebrating I am in my cube at work...sober. But I think I speak for everyone when I say thank you, Yankees, for not forcing us to live in the shadow of Philadelphia for another year! Congrats!

Happy Friday!

NLG babysits at the laundromat

NLG came to keep me company at the laundromat today. She ended up befriending Orlando. He's two. He loves snakes and spiders and does not like to behave.

Earplugs: Fashion Statement or Not?!?

NLG here with a fast update:

Today on the subway, Wasp and I saw a woman wearing earplugs. Wasp says she has seen this fashion maven before.

Questions:
1. Are earplugs really necessary on the subway (see below: crying commute)
2. Should the earplugs match your outfit (this woman had in highlighter yellow ones that matched nothing)
3. Should I include some earplugs in Wasp's holiday gift? I'm thinking yes...but now it won't be a surprise because this is her blog too.

Happy Wednesday!

Crazies Make Mondays Lots of Fun...

Hello, Readers! NLG here...updating you on my Monday!

I had a pretty busy day today...two classes with a midterm in one of them (Statistics-EW). Anyway, after two hours of numbers and formulas, I board my subway home, grab a seat and take out my library book (thank you Brooklyn Public Library!) and start reading. Ordinarily I would have been listening to my iPod, but it has been acting up lately and was left on my kitchen table, so I was completely aware of my surroundings.

About two stops into my journey home, a man got on the subway with his headphones blasting. If there is one thing that I have realized that I dislike a lot since living in Brooklyn it is commuters who listen to their music too loud. Anyway, a this guy positions himself about nine feet from me and proceeds to start a new song on his iPod, which sounded like a bizarre combination of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" and Gloria Estefan's "Congo". He was rocking out; like head bobbing, hip shaking, hand druming dancing. For the record, this man was not small, he was at least 5"11, maybe 250 lbs and all 250 lbs of him was shaking it like he meant it.

I go back to my reading and suddenly, Whitney/Gloria morphs into a bad yelling Death Metal-y (I know not an actual word). Sure enough, I look at him and he has transformed his dancing from fun "I like to sing in the shower" dancing into angry "I live in darkness" headbanging and swaying. At this point I was about 20 minutes from home, and for the duration of the trip his playlist switched back and forth...happy, the world is fabulous, into angry, I want to yell until I make your ears bleed. Needless to say, I watch this guy the entire way home. I'm mostly interested in what his playlist was called...I'm thinking "Schitzophrenic Monday" is most plausible. I'm going to have to figure out if my phone video records in the event that I ever run into this guy again.

Here's to a crazy-free Tuesday...although Wasp and I are commuting together tomorrow and that's usually when the crazies come out in full force!

...More Soon!


PS-friends who stay in touch and come over for dinner make Crazy Mondays happy :)

Commute Email

Happy Monday! LOVE NLG.

Screaming babies on the subway make me want to never procreate slash institute a muzzle policy on children riding the subway. NOT a happy way to start my day when I have a stats midterm that has the potential to kick my ass.

xxo

Happy Halloween

It's 3:15 am (what felt like 4:15am because of daylight savings time). I am by myself (dumb) going home from the most amazing Halloween with the most perfect group ever. (I went to RUSH, if you've never been and are extremely comfortable with your sexuality--whatever it may be--you should go, and dance your ass off.) I am sitting in the Atlantic Avenue station to get on my train. It took a long time for it to come.

Just before it arrived I see these two men. They were about 25. One, who we'll call Shades, was just about functioning and the other, we'll call him Dude, was blacked out, barely walking. Shades drags Dude to the corner of the car, and plops him down in a seat. Dude passes out.



Shades sits halfway across the car from his friend. Shades had on really baggy pants (his fly was wide open, nothing visible, no worries) and a big baggy zip up sweatshirt tied around his waste. He started to dig in his pockets. He wanted to dig into his pants pockets, but he kept digging into his sweatshirt pocket. He was barely standing. He starts screaming profanities, follwed by "I LOST MY SHADES, 200 F*&$ING DOLLARS!!!!!" Play that on repeat in your head, loud, for two hours. That was the majority of my ride.

Intermittently, Shades would walk up and down the subway, empty his pockets (mind you his fly is still open), and take the umbrella (that I believe he just found somewhere) and hit the subway poles with it. Hard. Sometimes he would go over to Dude and whack him on the head too.

I was desperately trying to avoid any sort of eye contact with this man. I did not want to catch his attention at all. All of these observations are out of the corner of my eye. At one point Shades obtained a bag (looked like a woman's purse and I don't think he boarded the train with it) and started taking pills out of it. They were scattering everywhere. He tried to shove some in Dude's mouth, claiming they would make him feel better. Oh dear.

My train ride was extra long that night because the D was running on the N, fail. Nonetheless, I made it home 2 hours later. Alive.

Happy Halloween.


Our trick or treat basket...by the end of the night, it was all gone!

Halloween Happenings

Odin (NLG's fish) goes for a ride in my car (to Tiki's) because we BUG BOMBED.



Tiki (sometimes house husband) contemplates a tattoo. We went to this super cute parlor in Bay Ridge on Halloween!

The Newest Addition to Our Home...Our Giant Green Chair

Hello All! NLG here, writing my first blog post EVER! I haven't really been keeping up with the blog except to tell Wasp to take pictures of things to post (ie: our "steak dinner"). So when I got to work today and checked it, I was shocked that she failed to tell all of you about our furniture delivery last Thursday (read as: the Wasp almost killed me/the night we almost threw our backs out).

So...my aunt is moving and had a whole bunch of stuff to give us (if it weren't for her and our parents our apartment would be empty...we wouldn't even have a kitchen table). She sent a moving guy, we'll call him "Willy" and he brought this guy with him, we'll call him "Hands". So the drive all the way to us in a pick up truck laden down with a ton of stuff: a desk for Wasp, a GIGANTIC green leather chair and ottoman (my favorite piece of furniture of all time), a new smallish TV stand, a love seat and an adorable magazine rack. So Willy and Hands get to our apartment and call us to tell us they are downstairs and we run down to meet them. When we opened the front door, Willy already had the ottoman on his head, ready to carry it to the second floor.

I was put in charge of "watching the truck" (they had parked illegally in front of our building) and Wasp went up stairs to tell them where to put everything. An hour later, everything was unloaded, Willy and Hands were on their way home and I went upstairs and found Wasp standing in the middle of our living room which now looked like we had just moved in (again).

The love seat didn't fit in our living room and is now in my bedroom covered by a hot pink blanket to make it match the rest of my room. And, the green chair is gigantic. Like, you can fit two people in it comfortably. Our living room is not that big and I remembered this chair being a lot smaller (lesson learned: how big a room is makes a difference when you remember the size of a piece of furniture). It took Wasp and I more than forty minutes and about 9 different arrangements to fine one that looked decent. The ottoman and the chair are separate, they wouldn't fit together, and Wasp and I moved everything all by ourselves...sans the normal male figures in our lives who were busy that night.

Needless to say after all of this, we were too busy to cook and were forced to order Chinese and lay in our living room watching Grey's Anatomy. The story does not end here, though...while watching McSteamy and McDreamy on the screen, I started to get itchy. I went to my room and changed into my PJs only to discover, I exaggerate not, a dozen mosquito bites all over my arms and legs. Then I went to wash my face and found about six more. I looked like a had developed a deadly skin condition.

Lessons learned:
1. giant pieces of furniture should be considered carefully when your apartment is small
2. Willy and Hands can lift almost anything
3. Wasp and I are not completely unable to fend for ourselves (though we do whine when we have to)
4. Chinese food and McDreamy makes an awesome end to a Thursday night
5. Mosquito bites do not. Do not stand under the light on your stoop for forty minutes in Brooklyn. The mosquitoes are particularly aggressive.

More to come...

Dinner

We become very proud of ourselves when we manage to have a semi balanced meal. Steak, rice (which we made way too much of and over cooked) and snow peas (which were perfection). NLG makes snow peas in the microwave in a bowl of water with a paper towel cover (she calls it "steaming).

Anywho, it was delicious.

Vom Commute

My morning email from NLG:

Note to self: only share water with stranger when you have another beverage to consume for the duration of the day. Fail. No water for me today because I have to go home to sanitize my brandnew water bottle.

Ugh. Passing out on the train=bad news for everyone involved.

See you tonight,

xo,
NLG

Because!!

Everything was fine until we started crossing the Manhattan Bridge, and then "BOOM! THUD" Cute, thin, hipster girl is on the floor, white as a ghost passed out. She laid there for what seemed like a full minute until the lady next to her helped her up, she finally came to. A passenger yelled "don't pull the emergency break!" but alas, someone already had. I learned today that the emergency break is worthless unless you are in a subway station. (Makes sense, the emergency personnel can get their quicker/easier).

The woman sat the girl down and she took her jacket off. She was still very pale, but had just obviously overheated. The MTA lady came back to fix the break, checked on the girl, all was fine. NLG goes over to girl and lets her sip on her NEVER BEEN USED water bottle. Very nice of her.

Girl gets off a few stops before us, roommate saved the day.

NYC commute, always something to talk about.

Obama's in NYC!??

As I got out of the subway today, this is what I saw! This doesn't even capture half of it. There were at least 20 cops/fireman and 8 fire trucks..all at one subway stop! I'm not sure what happened.

Each corner I passed there was a traffic cop directing traffic.

My supervisor told me he was speaking at Fairleigh Dickonson, but most likely staying in the city.

I don't know, it looked pretty serious..more than just a presidential visit.

My roommate: columnist extraordinaire

me: he said YES

omg omg omgomgomgomgomg

NLG: YAY

YAY YAY YAY

me: YOU ARE AN EXCELLENT ADVICE GIVER

NLG: I SHOULD HAVE A COLUMN

me: yessssssssssssss

OMG I'M DYING LAUGHIN

NLG: WHY ARE WE YELLING?

me: THAT IS SOOOO TRUE

hahahaahahha

b/c we are exciiiited

hahahahhahahah

NLG: PUT IT IN THE BLOG

me: hahahaha

what?

that exchange??

or ur column?

NLG: the exchange

lol

me: will do

the blog is mostly for our amusement

Today's Commute

An Email I received from my NLG this morning, on my way to work (she left earlier than me this morning.)

"I love when I get wedged in the middle seat between two sleeping men, and the one to my left is muttering/singing to himself. Note to self: when contemplating sitting in middle seat, perhaps it is just better to stand."

Life thus far

So, my NLG (non lesbian girlfriend) and I just moved in to our first apartment. We are products of Suburbia and Daddy always taking care of us. As you can imagine, we have run into a lot of situations where we were clueless. Here is a quick run-down of some of them:

• ROACHES (We later learned they are water bugs. Equally as gross.)

• Moving/arranging furniture



• Hanging mirrors, picture, decorations (required frantic call to our sometimes "house husband")



• Scary high school girls threatening innocent commuters on subway



• A women's drug overdose, resulting in mouth foaming, subway car evacuation, termination of normal commute



• Frigidness due to the fact that our landlord pays the heating bill



• Going out in the city and being hit on by D and the "best DJ in the world"



• City parking, with the occasional bumper tap



• Parking tickets


• SPIDERS (NLG got quite the bite, we are about to bug bomb our apartment)

There will be more to come...I promise.

Subway sightings

I was looking through some old pictures of my commuting chronicles. I'll keep digging, but here's a few classics:


I squatted at Hofstra this summer while I was waiting to move into my apartment. This group of friends was playing a card game. They had a makeshift table and everything. There were four of them and they took up 6 seats during rush hour commute on the LIRR. Thanks guys!


This lady would go around to unsuspecting girls and tell them about her ghastly subway trek. I took this this summer. My fave is her getup.

Break dancers on the subway! They were impressive!