“Is the chemical aftertaste the reason why people eat hot dogs, or is it some kind of bonus?”
Just kidding, I have not really eaten a hot dog. Though I am told that to be an authentic new yorker you must have eaten at least one “dirty water hot dog”, which means a tube of glistening meatlike stuff extracted from a container of possibly never changed new york water purchased from a vendor with a cart on the side of the street. If this is a dealbreaker, then I am pretty certain I will never attain new yorker status.
After a couple of weeks of firstly having a houseguest (read: moocher) on my floor, then being on holiday, then having my brother down for a visit, I am finally alone in my tiny apartment once again. Tyrion has further compounded his mooching by publicly calling me a lovely person who merely has a hard exterior. He is a born optimist, and has yet to learn the universal truths that things do not always work out ok, I am not a nice person and that some people really are just stupid. Give him time.
I am growing more accustomed to NY, settling in somewhat, and starting to get to know people. It takes more getting used to than I would have expected, but then I suppose moving from ireland to england doesn’t exactly impose culture shock, whereas europe to the US is slightly more dramatic. It’s hard to say what I think of the states or new york specifically. I see many excellent qualities, but unfortunately the men here tend to remind me of jerkboy (formerly known as the yank) and the women of the more annoying Sex and The City characters. Not that this holds for everyone, but it does seem to be fairly commonplace.
To correct one common misconception however, new yorkers are not rude. They are only rude compared to people from other parts of america. Compared to the english they are the very model of charm and decorum.
Recent thrilling adventure include my participation in a small part of PhD boy’s road trip, and my journey home from said. Since the journey home story is almost too ridiculous for words I am giving these an entry of their own. Stay tuned for yet another tale of intrepid airport adventure and basic idiocy.
June 25th, 2008 at 10:12 pm
I just don’t know how you do it. You are easily the most “airported” person that I know and yet you have travelling adventures that would cause most people to actually grow roots and never move from one section of terra firma again. Intrepid.? yes. Brave? definitely. Long suffering? No doubt. Would I? emphatic no. But I can’t wait to read all about it. Gawd, as your mammy it is good that I only hear of these “adventures” in the past tense. Otherwise I’d be the one applying the rooting powder.
September 24th, 2008 at 3:57 pm
Tyrion my be unaged however I concur with his armadillo assessment of you!