For example, I am on my way to look at an apartment in the West Village. Strewn across the ground everywhere are mannequin parts. Every. Where. I laughed, I got the creeps, I wasn't sure if this was a good sign or a bad sign. In the end, the East Village won out.
After looking at apartments in 90 degree heat all day, all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep. But I also wanted to eat. My friend Mary recommended Bar Americain, right down the street from my hotel. If Bobby Flay wants to make me take out, I am in! And the daily special is fried chicken? Done deal. While I waited at the bar, it only seemed right to order a Ketel martini. So very New York. Then back home to eat fried chicken, cauliflower and goat cheese gratin, and black pepper biscuits in bed. Yes, that happened.
By the way, I never want to get into my bed at the end of the day without a shower. Like I have to wash New York off of me. Is that normal New York or just summer? I'm not sure yet.
So after all of the apartment hunting, the LONG hours of waiting to hear if the apartment was mine, I get the call. I HAVE A HOME! I am on my way to meet my fabulous Auntie Sheila (at Nobu 57 ahem...) and I look up. I want to remember this moment. I have an apartment in New York. A fresh start, nothing but bright lights and big city in front of me. What do I see? A woman modeling in front of Radio City. So cliche and awesome and so New York. Definitely a moment I won't forget,
And finally, in perhaps the most New York moment of all, an under ground club. Litterally, an under ground club. We finish dinner at Dos Caminos in the meat packing district intent on seeing celebs (which obviously didn't happen) and head downstairs to this mystery club. Here is the door. I will say no more. :)
So I have just a few weeks left in Boston, crazy as that is. So much to do, see, eat, and pack before I go, but beyond excited for all of the New York moments ahead of me.
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