the soles of my feet hurt. i've been walking too much around ny. i think this place is getting to be a bit overwhelming for me. i think there's too much happening and the people are a bit too extreme. i wonder why i'm feeling this way. maybe it'll help with the decision making process. am i being fair?
sunday adventure in nyc
i've never met anyone like him before. the epitome of who he is, the values and morals of what he believes, the attitude he carries, him, everything about him, is a complete 180 of who i am. he's russian, not that ethnicity should have any bearing on our overarching differences. he talks of wanting to date gold-digging hot girls and needing to spend his money lavishly. he strolls along the streets of NYC and randomly buys a cigar. he is a nice guy, but the polar opposite of me. he is Ed.
i sat in the backseat while my hs friend and Ed chatted on random, but definitely peculiar, topics of conversation. i did not wish to contribute since i knew the "devil's advocate" would get the best of me. but at the same time, i chuckled every time Ed made an absurd comment. he is so hilarious. he reminds me of a character in samuel beckett's plays. his adamant views on religion, casual response to sex, and uncanny attitude in living life made me wonder how and where he came from exactly---what made us so different. but contemplation didn't go far when i decided to change the conversation to asking him about popular russian desserts. he paused at the question. i waited. after several minutes of verbal remarks of nothingness--or maybe i was just too dense to comprehend through his thick russian accent--he said: jam.
jam? what the heck? how is jam a dessert from russia? i thought i heard wrong, only because who would say jam? now maybe i'm not a dessert connoisseur, but where did he find that response? so he went on explaining how the "popular" desserts for the past 200 years would not be considered russian desserts, since it has no history. "america is only freaking 200 years old!" my friend commented. while my friend tried to get him to elaborate, all i was doing in the backseat was hyperventilating, laughing so hard that my mouth was wide open and no sound was coming out. can you just see me?
anyways, so spending time with this unusual character-filled individual was a different experience for me. i don't think i was judging him because i just can't compare him to anyone i know!--but definitely amazed to find him. i've never met anyone like him before.
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trippy. very trippy. a different broadway-like experience where you watch from above, seeing people swing back and forth...almost like a big party for young people, but parents and kids are allowed. trance-like soundtrack. i can see myself in the cast---it would be an awesome temp job for a year or two in nyc. it was high-energy. after the show, we drove back to long island and i immediately crashed.
sunday adventure in nyc
i've never met anyone like him before. the epitome of who he is, the values and morals of what he believes, the attitude he carries, him, everything about him, is a complete 180 of who i am. he's russian, not that ethnicity should have any bearing on our overarching differences. he talks of wanting to date gold-digging hot girls and needing to spend his money lavishly. he strolls along the streets of NYC and randomly buys a cigar. he is a nice guy, but the polar opposite of me. he is Ed.
i sat in the backseat while my hs friend and Ed chatted on random, but definitely peculiar, topics of conversation. i did not wish to contribute since i knew the "devil's advocate" would get the best of me. but at the same time, i chuckled every time Ed made an absurd comment. he is so hilarious. he reminds me of a character in samuel beckett's plays. his adamant views on religion, casual response to sex, and uncanny attitude in living life made me wonder how and where he came from exactly---what made us so different. but contemplation didn't go far when i decided to change the conversation to asking him about popular russian desserts. he paused at the question. i waited. after several minutes of verbal remarks of nothingness--or maybe i was just too dense to comprehend through his thick russian accent--he said: jam.
jam? what the heck? how is jam a dessert from russia? i thought i heard wrong, only because who would say jam? now maybe i'm not a dessert connoisseur, but where did he find that response? so he went on explaining how the "popular" desserts for the past 200 years would not be considered russian desserts, since it has no history. "america is only freaking 200 years old!" my friend commented. while my friend tried to get him to elaborate, all i was doing in the backseat was hyperventilating, laughing so hard that my mouth was wide open and no sound was coming out. can you just see me?
anyways, so spending time with this unusual character-filled individual was a different experience for me. i don't think i was judging him because i just can't compare him to anyone i know!--but definitely amazed to find him. i've never met anyone like him before.
de la guarda
trippy. very trippy. a different broadway-like experience where you watch from above, seeing people swing back and forth...almost like a big party for young people, but parents and kids are allowed. trance-like soundtrack. i can see myself in the cast---it would be an awesome temp job for a year or two in nyc. it was high-energy. after the show, we drove back to long island and i immediately crashed.
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