In Further News

In further news regarding my existence as a New Yorker, I feel that up til now I've been a timid observer, scoping out a new place. Now that spring break has passed, I plan on being an aggressive participant.

So far I have:

1) Hung out with my two new friends (on the same day, no less) and therefore actively began building the foundation for an actual, functional social life.

2) Spent an evening (as in, 10pm to 2am) at the Bowery Poetry Club, apparently a very "indie" place where "underground" bands play. Basically this means bearded men and pbr, which were both in plentiful supply. I was even treated to a taste of the fabled hipster drink - I made an intoxicated new friend who bought me my very own - who apparently missed the silver sharpie X's on my hand. It tasted good at first (beer remains the only alcoholic drink I can stomach), but by the time one gets to the bottom there arrives a fruity aftertaste that makes one reluctant to have another. Also I realized I was on Dayquil and probably shouldn't be drinking in the first place. Which was just as well. I was super paranoid that the bouncer who drew my X's would come storming in and, finding beer in my hand, grab me by the collar and throw me out into the street, or call the cops and send me away to prison. Perhaps I worry too much. But still, don't tell my mother.

3) Attended "A Taste of New York," a program that weekly takes students to restaurants we couldn't otherwise afford. In a cruel twist of fate, the RA in charge was the RA at the window from my washing machine adventure! Which would have made things awkward had she not been so sweet and the perogies so delicious (it was a Ukranian deli - Mom, if you're reading this, sorry about the second adventure, and also WE'RE GOING TO THIS PLACE). At least it gave me a chance to apologize. The only other attendee was a tall swingdancer named Kevin. I had hoped we could be friends after this, but I can't find him on facebook.

4) Stumbled into a foreign film club and watched XXY, a movie about an intersexed, sexual preteen. It was pretty interesting, and also Argentinian. I was invited to their weekly meetings, which I will definitely go to. I also ate some of their fantastic food, which leads me to believe that one could eat for free everyday if one was in enough clubs. Something to consider.

And now it's Monday, and although I'll probably not go on any adventures today (Spanish test tomorrow and all that) I at least have a Foreign Film Club meeting on Wednesday. Cheers!