goginhime

this weekend was a total "new york" weekend. like obnoxiously new-yorky. nearly as obnoxious as the fact that i keep blogging about having just moved to new york. i know that you all, my dear readers, are saying to yourselves, "WE GET IT, ROBERT. YOU MOVED. NEW YORK. BLAH BLAH BLAH. WHY AM I SO FILLED WITH DISDAIN? WHAT'S THAT SMELL? I HATE YOU, MOM!" but bear with me for a moment, because i have to talk about moving to new york again.

friday towards the end of the work day, bri, my friend from high school who lives in chelsea, called me to ask if i wanted to go to some party with her at the guggenheim. did i spell that right? who knows, and i'm too lazy to look it up. anyway, she asked if i wanted to be her plus-one to go to the googlinheim (or however it's spelled) because they do this dj'd 30-buck-a-pop thing that all these hipsters go to. obviously i don't turn down a free party. we got there and there was a line of people around the block. i kept making all these "where are steve rubell?" jokes that i'm not 100% sure bri got, since she kept looking around and being like, "i don't know, i'm sure he's here somewhere." anyway, since bri had these free vip passes we got to skip the long line and wait in a shorter one, where, when we got to the door, the people running the entrance kept saying "thanks so much for your patience; sorry you had to wait so long!" i'm thinking, who exactly do you think i am? because i'm a temp. the party was fun and there was lots of free beer.

saturday hilary and i walked around union square in the pouring rain and shopped and ate soft pretzels that tasted suspiciously like hot dogs and were sold to us by a woman with two teeth in her head. new yorky.

yesterday was the most absurdly new yorky day of all, however, because i got out of bed late, unpacked, met scott for brunch on the upper east side (because we're extremely wealthy and posh. oh wait.) and then went to the symphony. every time i think the phrase "went to the symphony," i pronounce it "symphonehhh" in my head, all english-like. again, the tickets were comped. because my friends and i are clearly extremely important people. i mean, really. if i weren't around, who would answer the phones of the rich and powerful?