Snooze facts that everyone keeps asking about:
We are concluding our first week in our new apartment in New York (I mean, New Jersey). We are only a 10 minute busride from Port Authority/Times Square and have a GORGEOUS view of the city skyline just a couple miles away. Our place is small, which thankfully means we don't need to invest in as much furniture. And we have a gym, deli, dry cleaners, laundramat, pizza place, chinese restaurant, and liquor store right down the street. It's a very safe Italian neighborhood and we are very happy here so far. We live in Weehawken (it's even spelled like Jersey speak) which is right above Hoboken (again with the Jersey tawk). Our landlord will be living with his family on the first floor and the middle floor tenants haven't been selected yet. So for now, we are all alone on the 3rd floor of a brand new walk-up apartment dealing with our heat issues and brand new appliances all alone.
That's enough basic logistics. Let's get to the fun stuff:
My first night in town J and I went to a salsa club for a friends birthday party. It was a really fun place with a live band, sweet margheritas, and great dancers crowding the dance floors and the isles. It was amazing to be around men who weren't too stuck up or afraid to ask a lady to dance! Of course, I was dancing on beats 1 and 3 like a good little white girl. J, however, had a real knack for salsa, attracting salsa teachers and old latin men alike. It was a great night. We left to go home around 4 am and got on the PATH train where the birthday girl (also living in Jersey) was obsessed with singing songs from the musical Company aloud, J was given the number of a random homeless man, "Tom," who told her she was his dreamgirl, and we ended up sharing a cab with a couple drunken dudes from Hoboken. Perfect first night.
Cut to: Tuesday Night
Wok night. J made amazing stir fry and then turned the oven on to make some cookies. About 5 minutes in our fire alarm started going crazy. After lots of towel waving and confusion we opened the oven (for the 3rd time) and, low and behold, burnt plastic and charred paper on the top shelf. It was the instruction manual!! Okay, we knew the appliances were new but COME ON! Thank God the landlord hasn't moved in yet and that the oven is self cleaning...
We are very new at this story telling and blog thing, so hopefully this is a fun (and interesting) way to catch up with everyone's favorite "Diesel" and "GB". Tawk to ya layta!
*written by B
We are concluding our first week in our new apartment in New York (I mean, New Jersey). We are only a 10 minute busride from Port Authority/Times Square and have a GORGEOUS view of the city skyline just a couple miles away. Our place is small, which thankfully means we don't need to invest in as much furniture. And we have a gym, deli, dry cleaners, laundramat, pizza place, chinese restaurant, and liquor store right down the street. It's a very safe Italian neighborhood and we are very happy here so far. We live in Weehawken (it's even spelled like Jersey speak) which is right above Hoboken (again with the Jersey tawk). Our landlord will be living with his family on the first floor and the middle floor tenants haven't been selected yet. So for now, we are all alone on the 3rd floor of a brand new walk-up apartment dealing with our heat issues and brand new appliances all alone.
That's enough basic logistics. Let's get to the fun stuff:
My first night in town J and I went to a salsa club for a friends birthday party. It was a really fun place with a live band, sweet margheritas, and great dancers crowding the dance floors and the isles. It was amazing to be around men who weren't too stuck up or afraid to ask a lady to dance! Of course, I was dancing on beats 1 and 3 like a good little white girl. J, however, had a real knack for salsa, attracting salsa teachers and old latin men alike. It was a great night. We left to go home around 4 am and got on the PATH train where the birthday girl (also living in Jersey) was obsessed with singing songs from the musical Company aloud, J was given the number of a random homeless man, "Tom," who told her she was his dreamgirl, and we ended up sharing a cab with a couple drunken dudes from Hoboken. Perfect first night.
Cut to: Tuesday Night
Wok night. J made amazing stir fry and then turned the oven on to make some cookies. About 5 minutes in our fire alarm started going crazy. After lots of towel waving and confusion we opened the oven (for the 3rd time) and, low and behold, burnt plastic and charred paper on the top shelf. It was the instruction manual!! Okay, we knew the appliances were new but COME ON! Thank God the landlord hasn't moved in yet and that the oven is self cleaning...
We are very new at this story telling and blog thing, so hopefully this is a fun (and interesting) way to catch up with everyone's favorite "Diesel" and "GB". Tawk to ya layta!
*written by B
4 comments:
Briann,
Only you can make a hot mess turn into hotness. Nice first post. :)
great title, funny little white girl. Have you not picked anything up from your little spanish senorita sister?
Great first posts! Good to hear you are already having fun - Enjoy!
Hi there,
Congrats on your new Job, very exciting. been reading your posting, great stuff, could cause a few grey hairs for those close to you. We will be reading.
Post a Comment