Eliminator
Happy New Year everyone!
Over 8 million people live in New York City. Approximately 1.5 million of them reside in the 33 square mile borough known as Manhattan. (Fun fact for those who never paid attention in geography class: New York City is made up of 5 boroughs: the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island.)
Tomorrow marks my two-month anniversary as one of those 1.5 million. Isn’t that amazing? My first two months were all about finding a place to live, adjusting to a new job, and basically figuring out how everything works here. And then came the holidays. But this week I have started to feel more settled, and I am developing somewhat of a routine.
Part of my routine is waiting for my groceries to be delivered, which is what I am doing as I write this. Grocery delivery is a wonderful new addition to my life. Since moving, I have stopped at the local market on occasion to pick up a few items, but lugging three bags of groceries home in the rain out-and-out sucks. I come from the land of mega grocery stores with everything you could ever want, and a car to load it all into. In Los Angeles, I never had anything delivered, except for the occasional pizza. But everything gets delivered here … groceries, dry cleaning, liquor, linens from Bed, Bath & Beyond …
(On a side note, I do miss Trader Joe’s – there isn’t one here. Anyone who cares to send me TJ’s chocolate covered cranberries or wild rice mix will get mad props.)
The best package EVER came in the mail the other day. In West Hollywood, Bo, Luke and I used to play pool at a local bar. I would always play with one particular pool cue, an 18 oz. cue called the "Eliminator”. I favored it mostly because it was light, but it is entirely possible the name had something to do with it too. ;-)
Well, without going into the (possibly incriminating) details, the Eliminator made the 2,800 mile journey across the country and arrived on my doorstep on Saturday. Besides living in a borough and having her groceries delivered, what more could a girl ask for?
Over 8 million people live in New York City. Approximately 1.5 million of them reside in the 33 square mile borough known as Manhattan. (Fun fact for those who never paid attention in geography class: New York City is made up of 5 boroughs: the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island.)
Tomorrow marks my two-month anniversary as one of those 1.5 million. Isn’t that amazing? My first two months were all about finding a place to live, adjusting to a new job, and basically figuring out how everything works here. And then came the holidays. But this week I have started to feel more settled, and I am developing somewhat of a routine.
Part of my routine is waiting for my groceries to be delivered, which is what I am doing as I write this. Grocery delivery is a wonderful new addition to my life. Since moving, I have stopped at the local market on occasion to pick up a few items, but lugging three bags of groceries home in the rain out-and-out sucks. I come from the land of mega grocery stores with everything you could ever want, and a car to load it all into. In Los Angeles, I never had anything delivered, except for the occasional pizza. But everything gets delivered here … groceries, dry cleaning, liquor, linens from Bed, Bath & Beyond …
(On a side note, I do miss Trader Joe’s – there isn’t one here. Anyone who cares to send me TJ’s chocolate covered cranberries or wild rice mix will get mad props.)
The best package EVER came in the mail the other day. In West Hollywood, Bo, Luke and I used to play pool at a local bar. I would always play with one particular pool cue, an 18 oz. cue called the "Eliminator”. I favored it mostly because it was light, but it is entirely possible the name had something to do with it too. ;-)
Well, without going into the (possibly incriminating) details, the Eliminator made the 2,800 mile journey across the country and arrived on my doorstep on Saturday. Besides living in a borough and having her groceries delivered, what more could a girl ask for?
posted by Erika at 9:40 PM
3 Comments:
You know for the longest time, Manhattan had only 1,499,999 residents. They you moved here. I guess what I'm saying is...uh...thanks.
Good call on the delivery thing. This is the only city in the world where people won't go 20 blocks because it's too far.
Joe - It is the least I could do!
Great blog, btw. The photo of the soccer player rocks.
Groceries delivered??? BB&B DELIVERED???? Totally different way of thinking. Wow. So is there tipping etiquette for the delivery man? What if you're not home when the delivery is made?? Wow. Not sure I could handle that ;-)
So you've got a regular pool hall now, I hope, and can use the cue regularly?
xo
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