Well, two weeks later and still searching for a new job. In this city, you absolutely have to have connections or you just won't make it. Seriously. There's too much competition for the jobs worth having, so without a referral you haven't got a shot. Thank the stars I've made a few friends over here. Don't worry folks, I'll figure it out. Meanwhile I just get to hang out with a couple of crazy 3-year-olds 2 days a week.
I did have quite a lot of fun with my sister. She just left yesterday after 8 days sharing a bed with me (gotta say, glad to have that back haha!) We went to all the usual tourist attractions, plus ended up doing some things I never would have done on my own.
I definitely need to go spend some more time at the Met because the Sunday afternoon we spent there wasn't nearly enough! My favorite gallery there is absolutely the big room near the entrance with all the Roman marble statues. I don't know why, but I am totally enraptured by them. They are so beautiful. If you look at them close enough for long enough, it seems almost as if they are alive. It's eerie and I love it. I also fell in love with the 19th-20th century galleries. I am a huge fan of realism. Most modern art just doesn't impress me...that's not to say that I only like realistic (meaning you could see the scene or subject in real life) art, because anyone that knows me knows that some weird stuff pops out of my head sometimes, but if something is weird, I would still love to be able to imagine it as a living breathing moving thing. Picasso's cubism and the meaning art critics manage to pull from it is great, but I guess I just don't have the depth of understanding for it.
But enough about art! On to the theatrics. Colette wanted to go to a Broadway production, but because no one could afford $100 tickets, we took a gamble and tried the TKTS booth at the South Street Seaport. They have 50% off tickets for tons of Broadway and off-Broadway shows, and it changes daily. Unfortunately, they had absolutely no good deals for any show we wanted to see. Fortunately, we all were open to something new so we got tickets to the 360° loosely-plotted show Fuerza Bruta. Which was SO COOL!!!!! The story was definitely open to a LOT of interpretation, but from what I gathered from the various scenes, it's basically the metaphorical or what have you saga of the fall and rise of a man. Its all set to great house music, ends with an indoor rain shower, and is extremely fascinating. I think the thing that made it work was the actors' enthusiasm. It was impossible not to catch the energy! Plus the clear swimming pool full of beautiful dancers lowered to just above your head was pretty unique.
We also went to Prospect Park in Brookln (which, by the way, is even more beautiful I think than Central Park) and watched the free concert by the New York Philharmonic. The best orchestra in the country playing in the most beautiful park in the boroughs? My sister is genius.
We accidentally walked through a huge Orthodox Jewish community on our way to the park, which Colette thought was hilarious. I did too--sometimes I feel like I'm in a different country in some of the neighborhoods here. I totally respect Jewish culture, but is it seriously frowned upon to smile at strangers? I definitely would not want to get into an accident in that neightborhood...I swear they would just keep walking. But, to be fair, Jewish women are absolutely beautiful. If that helps at all.
It was great having Colette here for a lot of reasons besides getting a bit of a vacation myself. She turned me on to some things I hadn't realized, about mine and Devin's relationship and about some different options for me. She watched Devin and I fight, which I felt terrible about, but she was able to pinpoint the root of some of the issues we'd been having and have since worked out. She also turned me on to some different directions
I could go career-wise.
But that is for another post! This one is already turning into a diary entry. Thanks again to all those who take the time to read this nonsense!
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