No sleep til Brooklyn

So today God decided to empty his tear bucket on the five boroughs and bring with it a wave a chilly weather that permeated the city like a wrathful little monster. I'm not yet ready for the cold. I'm a Florida girl. Tank tops and flip flops. I need that for awhile before I deal with snow jackets and double lined boots. A little more time, please....

Hung out with Ms. Melinda this evening. A regular of mine from the Orpheum. Actually, the majority of the friends I have here are from the Orpheum. So at least the place gave me my sugueway into a totally new life. Is that a word? Oh well, hopefully you get the point. I went to an awesome bar in Williamsburg tonight called the Levee with dollar beers. Met a very cute boy with crazy shoes who relentlessly quoted Ghostbusters at me so maybe there is life on this planet that isn't filled with douchebags and liars. However, I am guarding myself life Fort Knox. One can only endure so much disappointment before you eventually throw in the Rocky towel. And by then it may be way too late. I'd rather be safe than be sorry. Came very close to going out on a date with a boy who I ultimately found out dated my roommate and screwed her over. Bullet dodging. It's what I do. Another indication that dating in this city is like kayaking through the white water rapids. You may end up skewered on a fucking rock, if you don't watch the curves in the waterbed.

Right in front of my work yesterday a bicyclist was hit by a taxi. I managed to shout "Sue the fucking bastard" before ducking back into the doorway. Seriously. Drivers here are absolutely insane. They are so intent on getting to their destination that they do not mind pedestrians, bicycles, or anything else on the road. I thought drivers in Florida were bad, but this is a world where cops have way better things to do than issue tickets. So traffic laws go unchecked. As a slowly emerging person who wishes to travel by bicycle around Brooklyn this scares me more than zombies. And I didn't think that was possible considering the zombie revolution is coming. Seriously...avoid city squares. However, being on a bicycle is exhilarating and an incredible way to get to know a terrifyingly confusing landscape. Maybe the danger rush is part of the appeal. Of my few ventures out into the city by bicycle I was almost hit twice. I guess I'll have to accept that this method of travel means your life may end at any given stoplight.

Tomorrow I go to MoMA. Finally. I have been deeply yearning to see the paintings I have forever been in awe of. I will be reporting with rapture and captivation. Stand by my two avid readers. :)

For now it is time for sleep. I still feel the vibe of being the stranger, but this place is starting, day by day, to feel a little less foreign. Maybe it's the best I can hope for.