it’s been quite the week.
finally, i’ve arrived…i am officially moved in to my apartment in brooklyn heights (which, if possible, is even more amazing than i remember it being when i first came out to see it). but what happened in the days that led up to the move, you ask?
well, i’ll tell you. if you insist.
it all began at work, at harper’s. all was normal, i was planning on going back home after work and having myself a nice plate of noodles and watching gilmore girls, when fate intervened. he was in the form of intern barry, a nice guy (and the one who sits next to me in the intern cubicle). previous to his internship at harper’s he worked at a place called the paris review (a big deal in the literature world). well, the paris review is sort of old school–and they host these swanky cocktail parties every few months. all of us at harper’s were invited, including me (by way of barry).
it started at seven, and previous art intern bree (who i met that afternoon) and i showed up about 7:30. we were offered free drinks straight away, and they flowed freely all night (heaven is 150 smarty pants people smashed into posh offices, getting trashed, let me tell you). i met tons of people, most notably the former interns at harper’s–i think i met 3 art interns and twice as many editorials, who all cling to their harper’s experiences like the remnants of a previous relationship (apparently, the real world isn’t quite as fun. who knew?). i stumbled home, accompanied on the subway by an equally inebriated intern suzannah, at about 11–then entertained the ben for a few hours by phone. well, i was entertained, anyway.
wednesday was the babysitting experience–the woman’s name is lisa (this is cynthia nixon’s cousin–she was ON sex and the city once) and her kids are isabella and gabriel. it was lovely, and very profitable. i think i may be babysitting as a part time job for her (she apparently needs some help mondays and wednesdays–my free days).
thursday brought more excitement–i had dinner after work with about 8 other nysp-ers (brannan from tennessee sort of orchestrated the get together). it was great, and i think it’s going to be a fun group. but i seem to be the only internship student (awesome). this means, essentially, everyone else will be bonding in the studios all week while i am at work, alone. so sad.
as luck would have it, new nysp friend juliet offered to help me move friday afternoon. her and i braved the subway together with my loads of stuff, then had a bonding session while shopping on atlantic avenue (items bought: sheets, sponge thingy for dishes, and bath towel).
saturday i was woken up at 11 by intern suzannah, who called with big plans to venture over to the international center for photography and check out the cartier-bresson exhibition, which was awesome. it was busy, since we didn’t get there until early afternoon, but definitely enjoyable (and i got my sexy flapper quota from the louise brooks mini-show downstairs. hooray for pandora’s box, man).
this morning, i was instructed to be home in the afternoon to receive my birthday package from the ben. i had just returned from my run when he called to check if it had arrived.
then my buzzer rang.
yes, that’s right. my valiant, noble white knight of a boyfriend flew all night to get here this morning, and he is this minute sleeping off a minor case of i’ve been up all night-itis. but he’s here to buy me my first beer and gallavant around the city for a whole week! hooray for ben and the best birthday present ever!
ok. enough. pictures to be posted soon. birthday on tuesday (send alcohol).