Happy Birthday, America
lazy Americans
Tom’s Restaurant for brunch and Franklin Park for drinks. done & done.
GPOYW - bklyn rooftop edition
i always forget to do this.
a few shots from last night’s rooftop party in greenpoint, bklyn. i was more of a spectator than a participator. album soon to be made in full on sosauce
second thoughts?
based on my brief weekend in the city i’ve concluded some things about the people there and some pros/cons if i decided really to move. let’s recap:
- new yorkers will literally live anywhere (apparently they’re turning old factory outlets into sick ass apartments, who knew?)
- cleanliness isn’t a priority for people’s homes
- cats > dogs (not a fan of this)
- rooftops are all the rage
- DJs are fo’ serious
- dance parties are no joke either
- minimalist living is a popular style
- public transportation is a headache & a half on weekends/nights
- dressing in as little clothing possible and/or dressing like you just threw shit together gets you cool points
- brooklyn is too inconvenient to live there
- sunday brunch is the best thing ever invented
- i will never fit in to these crowds
having the entire afternoon to rethink a life here in nyc, i’ve come up with the following pros & cons
PROS
+ no major commuting!
+ lighter work schedule
+ easier to get around
+ no car and thus no car payments
+ bigger opportunities for my career
+ closer to all my pro contacts
+ better food
+ more fun to have
+ being able to date more freely
+ easier for me to attend more shows/events i’ve been meaning to
+ chance to live on my own for real
+ i’d be fulfilling a dream
CONS
- more bills hence more expensive living
- no car meaning i can’t control getting around OUTSIDE of the city
- being away from my hometown friends & family
- no one would visit me
- living by myself would suck
- buying food more often bc i can’t cook
- dealing with public transportation
- no luxury of having parents take care of me for everything
- not as easy to escape the hustle and bustle (depends maybe?)
- feeling like i’ll never fit in
- taking a giant risk & failing completely
some days i walk away from nyc feeling exhilirant and on top of the world. other days i feel like i’ll never be able to make that leap. i’m scared and torn.
woke up at 230pm. sposed to be on a train at 5pm to nyc for a rooftop bbq dance party. i cannot bring myself to decide if i want to spend 4th of july commuting to brooklyn for a party with nyc friends and having to crash only to come back tmrw. or stay here and find food and force myself to see fireworks i could care less about with hometown friends and save $. the thought of being on a train for like 3 hrs makes me want to kill myself. decisions, decisions…
really all i want is some dunkin donuts right now.
every year my best friend rose and i say we’re going to see the coney island nathan’s hot dog eating contest. and every year we miss it. sigh.
ironically, the press conference was held yesterday afternoon at macy’s right across from my office, and i missed the entire thing. SHIT!