I started off my day the New Yorker way! With several successive catastrophes! First I was witness to a group of people who seemed to be unaccustomed to any of the myriad uses of the Metrocard -- or, indeed, with its primary function as access pass to the subway, either. I stood at the back of a long line and watched them slide their cards backwards, sideways, and upside down despite the helpful advice from actual local residents, and then I listened to my train arrive and depart again, without me. When I finally got in to wait for the next train, I leaned back for a few minutes of quality time with my crossword puzzle book.
Leaned back into a freshly-painted pillar. A pillar without "Wet Paint" signs. My shiny black jacket is pretty well hosed, and my brand-new-not-even-a-week-old-bought-them-to-wear-to-Fish's-book-party jeans? There is high-gloss dirty orange paint right down the middle of my ass. I am intensely displeased about this turn of events, but rather than wallow in painty misery...
TOUR TIME!
I popped by the new apartment to pick up the lease last night, and while I was there I took a few snapshots with my li'l cell phone camera. First, a highly detailed floorplan. (Note: floorplan is not actually highly detailed, and is in fact massively skewed and not-to-scale.)
Here is the living area, as seen from the front door, and also as seen from the dining room area. The bathroom is here, right next to the bedroom. This the the bedroom looking back to the living area! And of course, here is the kitchen.
WHEEE! Please excuse the blurriness of the pictures -- they did come out of a cellphone, after all. Oh, and the guy wandering around in some of the pics is our new landlord. Who said that we can repaint! I am pretty sure you can guess which room I think needs paint the most. And the entry comes full-freaking-circle. Oh yeaahhh.