Hot Town, Summer in the City

Here are a few things that have been going on.  First of all, and worst of all, for some strange reason our refrigerator has decided to make our water taste like freezer burn and I simply can not and will not drink it when it gets to that point.  For this reason, I have been drinking almost-cold water that is not satisfying enough for when I finally reach my apartment after walking up five flights of stairs in an unbelievably sweaty state.  But if that is the least of my worries, then I must count myself as ridiculously lucky.  Secondly, and probably most fortunately, I got a job!  I am a nanny for a faaaaabulous upper west side family and it could not be easier.  I only have to care for one darling little angel and she’s 2 1/2 so she keeps herself busy by making up songs about princesses eating bananas and spinning around until she makes herself so dizzy that she falls over.  Easy.  The only thing that I am a tad bit concerned about is that she doesn’t play dress-up; she didn’t even know what those beautiful words meant.  My whole childhood was one long game of playing dress-up!  So my mom is sending me a bunch of stuff that I’m going to give to the angel so that her eyes can finally be opened.  Boas, tiaras, tutus, dresses, jewelry.  I can’t wait!

For the past two weeks our quaint little 230 square foot apartment has been invaded by house guests.  Don’t get me wrong, it was absolutely wonderful to have two of our dearest friends come visit us, but it was just a tight squeeze for quite a large chunk of time.  Mostly we went open bar hopping and walked around the city stopping in restaurants to eat.  We discovered that our roof has an amazing view, that the weather forecast is almost always wrong, and that Jeff can eat a ridiculously spicy challenge and survive.  I think we also convinced Scott to leave San Francisco for the east coast.

Here are some lovely pictures that sum up my life right now.

Mr. Frostee = heaven in a cone

So true.

A bar called the Frying Pan right on the Hudson River.

Coney Island treats

We didn’t go on any rides, but we were okay with just looking.

For fifty cents you could see the headless woman, and I was too scared.

Sunshine, waves, and plenty of treats!

I waited all day for my lemon Italian ice.