Thursday, January 26, 2006
I Heart NYC
So, I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic for my old stomping grounds lately. Not that I’m unhappy here, BUT… there are just so many things that I miss about NYC that can’t be duplicated on the south shore of Boston. So, for your reading pleasure, a short list (in no particular order) of what was awesome about living in, what I consider to be, the heart of the world:
1. Walking to work – The Bloomingdales buying office is located at 55th/3rd Ave, my old apartment was 62nd/1st. That translated into a 15 minute walk each way, and it was the perfect way to start and end the day. Ya know, vs. driving anywhere from 25 minutes to 90(!) in order to get the 13 miles from my house to the buying office here.
2. Taxi’s – Not having to deal with car ownership in any way, manner or form. Having someone else chauffeur YOU around. Yeah, you pay for it, but a hell of a lot cheaper than having to deal with weekly gas fill-ups ($40), oil-changes, new tires, new brakes… the list can just go on and on.
3. Shopping – There is just no comparison to NYC when it comes to shopping. And everything in my backyard, or a short taxi ride away. The 4 B’s: Bergdorf’s, Bloomies, Bendel’s, and Barney’s. Not to forget about 5th Avenue in general. And the cute little boutiques downtown. Shoe stores on every corner. I could feed my obsession with handbags whenever I so desired. Oh, and for that off-price treasure hunt… Century 21 – there is no other like it.
4. My job – There really is no better buying job than working for Bloomindales, i.m.o. We were the shit. Vendors wanted our business and would bend over backwards to make you happy. Not that I was accepting $ under the table (though there are those that do), but it was a great feeling to walk into a showroom and know that you could negotiate for just about anything because you were Bloomingdales. “You want a guaranteed 52% gross margin and ending inventories?” SURE!
5. Having my family living closer than 200 miles away! Mom and Dad at 48th/2nd, younger brother in Battery Park City, older brother in Brooklyn (as of last month, b4 that he was living with my younger brother). There really is something to be said for having your family in close proximity. And you really don’t realize it until they’re not.
6. Food – I’m talking about having everything walking distance from me… Diner to white glove Chinese food and everything in between. Oh, and real Jewish food. I certainly can’t find that here. Ya know, bagels, lox, whitefish, herring … mmmmm… Also, there is no decent pizza or Chinese food within 25 miles of me. 25 MILES. That’s just not right.
7. Bars/Clubs that don’t close at 1AM. That’s right, last call is at 12:45 AM. On a Saturday night! WTF? What’s up with that?!?!?! Frikkin’ puritanical state! ‘Nuff said.
8.Live music – The ability to go out any night of the week and be able to catch excellent live music somewhere.
Well, that’s it for now. Because the more I type this, the sadder I get.
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Friday, January 06, 2006
Lessons recently learned
Never sit on your bed with a glass of red wine playing on your laptop when there is the opportunity for your 8 year old son to scare the ever loving shit out of you by popping in unexpectedly when he is supposed to be sleeping.
Zout takes red wine out of beige duvet covers and white down comforters.
Said red wine will make your work laptop go pfzzzt and die suddenly, even after you think you’ve saved it by mopping up the spillage on your keyboard.
The head of IT here is a really cool guy and his sense of humor is particularly evil.
That jdate boy really is an asshat.
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