I took the red eye last night...along with an Ambien. When I woke up I was across the country and had remnants of snacks I don't recall eating all over me. I also had the contact info of the daughter of the lady I was sitting next to. I'm not really sure how and why that came into my possession?! I'm just crossing my fingers it wasn't because I agreed to some weird set up or something! (I'm also crossing my toes, and hoping I didn't offer up my own contact info!)
The weather has already turned pretty brisk here so I borrowed my friends down parka and headed out trying to act like a local. I looked more loca than local. I got more than one comment similar to this, "Ha! Yeah - you already broke out the big coat. I guess you're really cold. Ha!" - I couldn't help but laugh at myself. And then as I sat attempting to understand the lame compass on my Iphone and which direction it was trying to tell me I was going - I had a few nice gents offer their help. I'll have to say that New Yorkers get a bad rap...they've been nothing but helpful to me since the moment I got here. Wait...I take it back...sort of. While I was waiting for the subway and thinking about all the great things I'm going to accomplish here I heard the loudest, longest, and most disgusting burp from across the platform. Without even a thought about ignoring the nastiness like everyone else did -I all of a sudden heard a gasp coming from my own mouth practically as loud as the burper! I think more people looked at me then they did him. I can't help it...mama raised me right!
I gotta admit...I think I'm in love. I'll even take all the grody behavior! I've got to find some housing, some clients, and other things...but I did officially make my first NYC friend. Things are off to a great start!
