I cannot even begin to explain these pictures. There is a pair of roller/figure-skaters in Central Park training for the 2010 Winter Olympics, there is a tiny (and sadly typical) New York apartment and the aftermath of a Texas-sized supper (for the record that is barbeque sauce, not blood).
We had a busy week around here- but what else is new? AV’s sister-in-law is currently in labor back in Texas with AV’s soon-to-be second nephew! They were planning on inducing labor when AV comes home in two weeks, but the baby beat everyone to the punch and decided today was the day.
AV started her new job and KR prepared for her new life in the working world. She already warned us that she might cry tonight. She apparently has cried on the eve of the first day of school her entire life. It’s the same way some girls cry every time they get their haircut. Or at any other time in life when emotions are conflicted or coincide, come to think of it. Happy and tired, excited and hesitant, relieved and thankful… all perfect recipes for tears.
Wow, I’m a girl surrounded by girls. Onward.
Hill Country Barbeque: three beautiful words. KR went to baby-sit for another British family, so AV, MK and I took off to the highly recommended Chelsea hot spot of the same name. Once the intoxicating aroma of smoked goodness reached our noses, we were content to grab a drink and wait for an hour and a half to get a table. We joked none of us should ever attempt to eat barbeque on a date- there’s something primal about eating meat with your hands off of a bone. It’s also delicious.
There were a few random Texans hanging around, and a large group of mid-thirties New York men dressed like they had just returned from a hunting trip. They might have looked more believable to a less discerning eye, but I saw no five’ o’clock shadows or cowboy boots, and lots of hair gel and tucked-in shirts. Someone is getting short-changed on his cowboy lessons.
I should also mention that we looked at a few more places this week. In the interest of saving about $5,600, we pursued alternatives to using a real estate broker. We got connected with a management company, and KR and I ended up in the 80’s of the Upper East Side yesterday looking at a place. It had all the charm you would want from a New York apartment with an exposed brick wall, new kitchen appliances, good windows and hardwood floors, etc., but we could not get over the second “bedroom”, which was roughly 8x5. I literally lay down on the floor to get a more realistic idea of the actual width, and I could not rest my head on the floor.
I’m 5’6.
I could do a deep lunge in there while finding appliances to plug into the superfluous four electrical outlets, and that’s about it. We were seriously thinking of bed alternatives like dog pillows and bean bags (a twin would not have fit in the space), or the possibility of bunk beds in the bigger bedroom. These were actual options, until today.
Today we ventured to the 60’s of the Upper West Side, and got to see two places, across the hall from each other, that are currently having their floors redone. We fell in love with the second of the two, and made friends with the super, who gave us an application and said she would put in a good word for us with the management company. Cross your fingers people, this is in your best interest too, you know. I know once we get a place many of you will be on our doorstep quicker than we can say “Ikea”.
In honor of Columbus Day, which is kind of a big deal up here:
"We cannot discover new oceans until we have the courage to lose sight of the shore."
-Muriel Chen
*A special congrats to AV’s family on the birth of the new baby! Welcome to the world Baby H!
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