My NYC adventure started off fast and furious: I arrived Wed. night (June 26) from LGA, went up 6 flights up stairs (owner of the building is remodelling and barracading the elevator from use), dropped off my bags, and took the train to Murray Hill to say farewell to a co-worker's family bar. After 22 years, the Third and Long was closing due to its rent being doubled.
I worked from home the next couple of days, trying to absorb my surroundings inside the loft and in my new neighborhood. The loft has no air conditioning; which I was forewarned about, but I foolishly assumed it would have a window unit or overhead fans. They do have overhead fans, but they don't work, and are instead used to hold a string of chili pepper lights and/or origami.
My roommate (Kate) and I have tried several creative adjectives to describe the space; Kate chose "bohemian" I asked Kate if bohemian means dirty. My description of choice is "French fun house" no, that does not mean "house of ill repute" too hot for any of that to go on. The main living space makes sense, one big open space with an L-shaped, cat hair infested couch, an office area and open kitchen. The main bedroom is off of this area, and is partitioned off by two sliding paneled doors. Once you walk past the kitchen, this leads into the boys room; where I'm staying. Besides the overwhelming smell of cat, I had my choice of bunk beds or a cot to sleep on. I suppose I could mix it up, but I chose the cot.
To get to the bathroom, you have to go out a door, from the main space, through an artist space (our friend's father-in-law, who lives upstairs, is the artist Bernard Aptekar http://www.aptekar.net/bernard/ besides his large, pieces of work hanging or propped in the space, there is also a maze of tools we have to go through, one being the circulur saw. It's always an adventure going to the restroom at night. Once you get to the bathroom, they have a tri-pod lamp resting around the tub for light, since the overhead one doesn't work. Yes, I often think how precarious that is. I could move the lamp but then I would be in darkness as I'm standing in the deep, dirty tub. Oh, excuse me, the deep, Bohemian tub. Ok, that's a summary of the space.
I have done some amazing things already; I not only saw an amazing performance of Alan Cumming in Macbeth at the Barrymore theater (3rd row seats); we got his autograph on the playbill, I've walked across the Brooklyn Bridge to Prospect Park, had homemade pasta in Chelsea Market, found my way to and from work (accomplishment in itself), and we had plans to go to a dance party (The Freedom Dance Party) in Central Park last night (Tuesday, July 2).
We made it to Central Park, but we didn't make it to the dance party because I noticed that my bag felt light...it was, my wallet had been stolen. I called the last place I had been, they didn't have it, so we walked back to the restaurant and asked again. No luck. I have an app that stores my credit card information so I called and cancelled the 3 credit cards I had in my wallet. A charge of $193 was already on my Corporate American Express. The thief had purchased $193 worth of NJ transit tickets.
Once I got home, I signed up for a one year identity theft protection plan. Now, I have to figure out how to replace my driver's license (it's my Texas address) with either another Texas one or get a Chicago DL, and go through security at JFK without a DL (I'm flying to see my sister this weekend). After some research, I should be should be okay to travel after a strip search and my company id.
Kate was impressed by my good attitude but I'm beyond irritated with the inconvenience this ass clown is causing, and to top it off, he took a brand, new book of stamps...bastard!
Ok, I'm off to the bank to try and get a temporary debit card..wish me luck!
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