So anyway, I agree with Bill O'Reilly and his War on Christmas and I'm so over saying Happy Holidays for the end of December when what we really mean in Merry Christmas, although I did sign all of my work-related e-mails "happy holidays" for two weeks as to not seem unfriendly.
anywayyyy, even though my Hanukah was a non-event, my Christmas was nice. My dad and brother met me in Midtown and we saw "Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story" (pretty cute) and ate Chinese food. Even though like all people who want to pretend to be real New Yorkers, I hate Midtown, it was a really nice place to be on Christmas Day. A lot was open, and especially with the weather good, a lot of people were around. I feel like Brookln basically emptied out over the weekend, since everyone went home for Christmas. It was so weird. Kind of fun. My roommate and I went to a bar at 6pm Saturday because we were so bored. Umm, and any straight girls out there, if you are interested in getting the affections of guys, perhaps go to a bar at 6pm on Christmas weekend. I haven't gotten so much male attention since being a white girl in Zambia.
Then last night aka Christmas Eve, after working from home during the day, I went to my friend Odette's family Christmas party in NJ (she's the one I met in a coffee shop in San Francisco, and we're still friends which is really cute). It was fun, even though it was basically a high school reunion for her friends so I ended up hanging out with her sister and friend who see each other often enough that they include me in their non-catchup coversation. I didn't sleep over because my dad and brother were coming in today, but I should have. Especially because taking the train home I got off at Penn Station. Did you know there are TWO Penn Stations? WTFFFFFF? I got off at Penn Station, NJ. in Newark. UGHHHHH. And I didn't know when the next train was coming bc it was late so I had to pay the $50+toll and tip and ATM fee since I didn't have this money to get me to Manhattan, where I still had to take a subway, since getting to Brooklyn would have been $20 more, but at least he dropped me off at 14th &1st. Anyway, super-stressful experience, and I almost considered selling an armchair on Craigslist to make up for this loss of cash, but today I came to my senses and realized the chair, which my mom had gotten as a handmedown and was about 15 years old, would have only fetched $20 and just put the chair on the street where a neighbor could take it (which is a really cool thing about NYC).
And I am obsessed with money I realized. That's what the horoscope I took on the way home from Alabama said, and I laughed it off. But it's so true. I think about money all the time. Not about being rich, but like, that losing $60+totally stresses me out.
Oh, we got a couch, which is why we got rid of a chair. And Crystal put it together while I was in NJ which was really amazing and nonstressful.
so i can handle my life and I din't think I'm as crazy as this entry makes me seem. But maybe I am.