Living la vida New Yorker
So I’m blogging from The New Yorker, used to be a luxury and high society hang out in the 40s. It was renuvated in the 90s but you can barely tell, the rooms and hallways are a bit dingy. But hey at least they have free wireless and gym — for the first time ever I know what it feels like to lift the heaviest weights at a gym, though 40 lbs isn’t anything to write home about.
Mike has a great post on You know you are from california if… I’m surprised that you they don’t have the another one:
You expect to wear a Tshirt in February.
It was 18 degrees out there yesterday, and that was in the sun. But there were more locals out and about then there are in Cali — whatever got into them, wierd.
My advice
February 28th, 2006 at 2:35 pm
“Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel…”
February 28th, 2006 at 6:20 pm
Well well well…look who decides to make a posting! — It’s funny that I haven’t so much as received more than a cheap knock-off smiley kiss from you & a word about your cheap hotel, but somehow you have time to make a posting (and yes Jer, I know that’s not the correct “term”!).
You do realize you won’t be in NYC forever don’t you?
February 28th, 2006 at 6:35 pm
P.S. Can you Photoshop or crop out my belly in one of the pictures where I’m holding Devin by the campfire? — As hilarious as it is it’s also embarrassing as heck! And when you get back from “living la vida New Yorker” I will give you a little class that I lovingly am preparing entitled “How to Put Your Fiancée’s Flattest Belly Forward”…gosh, I sure hope no one will go searching for that photo.
I love you and am actually glad you were oblivious to my belly in the first place…ah, there are so many reasons why I’m going to marry you.
February 28th, 2006 at 11:00 pm
So much to learn Steve, tsk tsk. TG you’re massive! That makes up for just about anything.
March 4th, 2006 at 10:26 pm
hahaha…