Hollaback

I am eating pizza from a place called Fat Sal’s. I have to say, this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s. (That song sticks in your head, doesn’t it? he he he)

I have started apartment hunting, and apartment hunting in Manhattan is quite an experience. There is an episode of Friends where Ross is apartment hunting (Cathy, I know you know the episode!), and one of the places he looks at is a studio with a “bathroom/kitchen”. Not an exaggeration. These apartments are small - think Barbie Dream House. And once you find a place, the approval process is out of control. Thank God juvenile criminal records are sealed. (Just kidding.) I am starting to understand why a lot of people live in Brooklyn!

I have been here a week now, and I have never seen weather change so much on a daily basis. (I admit that I have never lived anywhere with actual “weather”. But I do think the meteorologists here really need the Doppler 7000. Unlike Dallas Raines.) Tonight it is raining, and tomorrow the temperature is going to drop like 20 degrees. Frozen B-A-N-A-N-A-S!