This will be my last entry from Queens. Tomorrow I'm moving to my new digs in Manhattan. I can't believe I've already been here a month. The first week seemed passed at a normal speed, but since then everyday has just flown by so fast. It's ridiculous. Totally makes sense though. I've certainly been keeping busy.
I forgot to mention that last week I got to see the complete process of book binding. They do everything in office, so I got to see it all. It was pretty cool. They have this huge machine downstairs that squeezes the cut pages together and then slides the end through heated glue and adheres it to the cover, which it bends around the pages. Pretty neat. Every once in a while it screws up though, and the cover ends up being folded diagonally over the pages or something like that. It's funny to see the nice neat pile of books next to the really screwed up ones.
On Sunday, I finally got to see the play, Memory at the 59e59 theater. It was really really intense. There were scenes about Nazis, and the Berlin wall, and Bethlehem. The actress was phenomenal, though. She had to switch between playing a 21-year-old, herself, and a 78-year-old, and she was completely convincing. Mark and I talked to a couple of the actors afterward and one of them who plays the director and basically is out on stage watching the action the whole time said he gets exhausted just watching it. I can definitely understand why.
Afterward, Mark and I went on a quest to find coffee. Since it was a Sunday night, most places were closed. We walked for soooo long. We finally found a Starbucks that hadn't closed and I got a frozen chai tea -- which is fantastic and I totally recommend it -- and Mark got this horrible cookie that tasted like metal. We wandered around the city for a while longer and it started raining, which felt great because it was so hot.Â
On Monday, Steve and I saw Pirates of the Caribbean 3. We always end up going to the Regal Theatre in Times Square, but because it was Memorial Day, the streets were packed with tourists. Acting annoyed by the fact that everyone keeps stopping on the sidewalk kinda makes me feel like a real New Yorker, though, so that's fun. haha Pirates was pretty good. Pretty comparable to the second one. The funniest part of the night was when we went to the concession line. Not thinking, we ordered the first combo on the menu: 2 medium sodas and a large popcorn. Doesn't sounds like a bad idea, right? The bucket was ginormous! We held it up to my stomach and decided it was physically impossible to fit it all in. It was about the size of a bucket of popcorn you would see on a commercial making fun of how much junk food Americans eat. The sodas were just as big. Steve and I made bets about how much we could eat, and I gotta say, I still feel a little sick from all the popcorn we scarfed down during the movie. haha
Last night, I met Mark and Tom and a bunch of their friends for Gringo Bingo at this crazy restaurant in the Village called Moracas. This woman wearing a wig and a crazy sunglasses called off the numbers for bingo and sang songs during breaks. It was hilarious, although we all thought she was a drag queen. But she was a real lady, as it turns out. lol Mark won the first game and got a free pitcher of frozen cosmopolitans, which Tom preceded to drink ... very quickly. lol That was definitely entertaining, too. After I left, apparently Tom got a little out of control on the walk back to their apartment. He suddenly decided that he had to pee and couldn't wait to find a bathroom. So when the others weren't looking, he wandered over to a building to relieve himself ... just as a squad car was rolling by. Well, one thing led to another, and now Tom is being summoned to court for public urination. lol Kinda glad I got out of there when I did, although it does make a pretty funny story.
So that brings us up to speed. Here I am, my last night of subletting a futon from Heather in Queens. My kitty roommates are sprawled out beside me, my constant companions. And tomorrow starts my next adventure at the Marymount Manhattan College residence hall. Cheers!