well, hello there, shambot-sters. how’s it going?

oh, me? i’m FABULOUS, actually. in fact, i am actually typing IN NEW YORK CITY.

in case you all were wondering whether my hopes and dreams of nyc would be crushed by the realities of the subway, grime, and pushy, mean people, fear not, my pretties. because it is AMAZING here.

i will attempt to keep this short, mostly because it is only my second day here, and i am exceedingly exhausted, thanks to a full 24 hours of no sleep and lugging bags all over the train/subway system yesterday, which highly sucked. however, i will provide you with a list of things that do not suck about new york. in fact, they are amazing!

1. the subway is actually easy. it makes sense, and everything is readable, logical, and mostly on a grid in manhattan–unlike certain cities where everything is confusing (boston, anyone?) this is a dream for a car-fearing, bicycle riding public transportation whore.

2. brooklyn, contrary to what the sex and the city ladies will have you believe, is beautiful and amazing. specifically, the brownstone apartment that i am going to be renting (knock on wood).

actually, here i must interject. amazing: the pretty pretty building and promenade nearby. not so amazing: the square footage is in double digits. as in, the entire aparment amounts to 96 square feet. they are all mine though. think about that.

3. manhattan. incredible. so many people and an abundance of cheap and expensive items for purchase.

4. harpers magazine. i cannot stress how amazingly, unbelievably awesome their office, staff, and my job all are. you know how all the museums and galleries cost money to enter? (moma is $20 a head, for example). well kids, today i was introduced to a nifty little item called a PRESS PASS. why yes, that does actually mean free entry to any and all art related events in the city. thank you for asking.

i will spare you excess gushing–well, more excess gushing, anyways. but i will leave you with this little tale:

when i first emerged from the subway on 42nd street to see the city, my view was parsons–EXACTLY how they show it on project runway. naturally, i went in, just to see if i could go poke around (if you’re wondering, i couldn’t–it’s closed winter break to outsiders). i had just turned to leave when a man walked in. he looked me straight in the face, smiled, and said, “well hello there” and walked off into the elevator. he was white haired. he was dashing. as i stood in his presence i felt an uncontrollable urge to create a dress out of coffee filters and “make it work, people.” yes, i was greeted to new york city by TIM GUNN of project runway fame.

AMAZING. I WANTED TO THROW MY UNDERGARMENTS AT HIM.

but i played it cool.

anyway, i miss you all and hope you can get out here at some point. call me, email, whatever, just don’t forget about me! for this week i am staying with a friend in connecticut, and her house doesn’t get reception, so bear with my on the cell phone thing and accept calls from weird numbers.

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