Lessons Learned

Have you ever been out to eat with a friend or two, and the conversation seems to dwindle to an awkward silence where all you can hear is the obnoxious people at the table across from you? Everyone at your table is unusually silent, just listening to the adjacent table laugh and giggle loudly about "how many Jewish people they know", or one's "gay brother's boyfriend". Some form of this situation occurs to everyone, I'm sure. It happened to me and my roommate tonight while out eating sushi. Normally she and I can't keep our mouths shut. But tonight, across from a party of seven or eight, we had no words. Do you ever wonder why these rare restaurant silences occur?

Here's my two cents: You are quiet because you and the rest of your party are thoroughly annoyed with the overbearing party of seven or eight. Since you're too busy formulating a way to indirectly yet conspicuously show these people how inappropriately over-the-top they are, you cannot even think up a casual conversation of your own. So instead, you grit your teeth and look across the table to your company, and when you lock eyes a complete conversation is transported. A conversation relating to how you would love to tell them that Jewish people are as uncommon as plaid shirts nowadays, and that no one else is curious about your gay brother's boyfriend.

On the other hand, it is one of my guilty pleasures to eavesdrop on surrounding conversations occasionally (especially in New York--eccentric people=great conversations=this blog). But it's one thing to have a conversation being tapped, and another to advertise your business to everyone in the restaurant including the dishwasher in the back.

Actually, now that I think about it some more, perhaps I've been guilty doing this. In fact, I'm positive because I've glanced at nearby tables at times to find that they are silently eating their food--with the same energy of muted insanity as I had tonight. Whoops.

Lesson Learned: Don't be that party at a restaurant. Have a good time, but let's not be attention whores!

The Countdown is On!!!

We are at t-minus 23 days until graduation, and a month and three days left until my lease is up in Raleigh, I'm still a jobless, yet hopeful NYC Bound "New-Yorker-wannabe". I started this blog late last year in hopes to document my progress to the city. And after reading back through some of my older posts (particularly here and here), it's truly feeling like the same shit, different day.

But this post is not intended for me to bitch and complain about how hard it is (I'm pretty sure I've already done that...). Instead, I want to take the moment to say I'm not giving up that easy. In fact, since it is coming down the wire I've become more amped about the thought of living in the city. And with my heightened excitement, comes mounds of ideas of what I will do when I arrive. Here are just a few things I cannot wait to do as a New Yorker:

-Be able to give directions to lost tourists
-Sit in Bryant Park at lunchtime and observe swoon over the handsome suited men on their lunch breaks
-Have a night out with my friends and know that my dependable DD will always be there
-Go to a Yankees game [against the Bo-Sox]
-Eat REAL NY pizza whenever I crave it without the disappointment of imitations
-change my phone number to a NYC area code
-design my first apartment hole-in-the-wall and make it appear chic

And the list goes on...can't wait to check these items off my NYC bucket list!

Pick Me Ups Part 2

How come this kind of stuff never happens in North Carolina??? And more importantly, how the hell do you become part of this type of movement? If there is one being planned for Grand Central, I want in. This video is similar to this one I've posted in the past.



I suddenly have the urge to watch The Sound of Music.