Tomorrow's a new day: Week #3!

First of all, happy father's day! I wish my dad were here to run around town with me. I'm blessed to have parents who share the same interests as I have, so I know we'd have fun patronizing all the art museums! Daddy, I miss you!

But here's a semi-brief version of the past week:

Wednesday, a very nice, but hungover camera man, Frank, and I traversed around Union and Times squares to interview civilians for Seventeen.com's "Street Style" feature. I was instructed to accost stylish people and ask them fashion questions about their wardrobe. Apparently all the fashionable people thought I was technically going to accost them, because they avoided us like the plague. So what ended up happening was that Frank and I combed the streets for anyone not camera-shy, which gave us a wide assortment of... not very stylish people, most of whom where on vacation from Texas (it was crazy, like a Texan pandemic!) And I apologize profusely to the man on 7th Ave. whom I think I accidentally marked up with my uncapped Bic pen!

Thursday Julie and I went to the Spirit showroom to check out the newest in Halloween fashions. This was not the highlight of my week, since I normally have nothing to do with the holiday, but I did get some fresh air!

I'm not a superstitious person, but I think I might have taken a heckling spirit home with me, judging by the weirdness of the next day... Friday the 13th.

I woke up at 8:15, which is not detrimentally late, but everything took me 10x as long to accomplish. I kept looking at the clock in disbelief! 9:37 finally rolled around and I knew it was time to run out the door. Still-partially-frozen blueberry crepe in hand, I started to leave just when the breakfast filling took it upon itself to catapult down my brand new jacket and white tank top. But no time for Tide! I was off to the subway. Each morning I take the local line to 59th Street. But Friday morning, once past 79th Street, the local decided to go express on me, therefore skipping three stops and ending up in Times Square, almost 20 blocks south of Hearst. This had never happened to me before. I wasn't even aware subways could suddenly switch from one line to another. It felt like I was on the Magic School Bus, a ride that always goes awry. Luckily there was no Ms. Frizzle.



Saturday consisted of more exploring... and getting caught in the rain! But don't let the language fool you; it was not romantic in any way. I had slipped into Zabar's, the market featured in You've Got Mail, and walked out with my sushi and cheesecake and no umbrella into a full-fledged summer downpour, but not the five minute kind. With the subway construction, it was 16 blocks to the next stop, so I decided to hail a cab. It could have really frustrated me, but standing soaking wet on the corner of Broadway and 81st was somehow refreshing. My shoes dried out in front of the air conditioner while I sat devouring my dinner, propped up in front of the TV in nice dry clothes. What an evening!



This morning I went to church and met Hope's wonderful friends Lindsay and Mick over lunch at the Gramercy Cafe.



And guess what! Just four days til Ashley and Kev come to visit!!!! And I want to give a shout out: Laura, love you! I can't believe you read this! :) Haha!