Nice little detour...

I took a detour on my way to the subway today. It was so pretty, I took some pictures that I thought would be nice to post.

Dwinton/Pyramid

This past week flew by. I got to walk a few dogs, which was a lot of fun. My favorite was Dwinton in Soho. He was a big goofy 7 month old yellow lab. He's in training class and knows that he is supposed to keep walking when he sees other dogs walking down the street. He is allowed to play with them, but not pull you to them. So he found a way around it. When he sees dogs approaching , he completely shuts down. He lays on the ground with his paws stretched out in front of him and looks up at you with sad puppy eyes..."Please let me play?!"


Last night, Joey and I experienced our first horrible bar experience here in NY. We went to my friend's birthday party at this place called 'Pyramid'.


It is known to be a goth hangout, but last night was 80's night. It's safe to say we were miserable from the minute we walked into the bar. The people that go there are plain weird and it's in the lower east side which is sketchy. I didn't hear any good 80's music play, like Journey or Michael Jackson....just horrible stuff like that "hey mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. hey mickey!" Shoot me. I requested my favorite 80's song- Toto "Africa"....but never heard it play. I listen to that on the subway to block out annoying noise. I feel so nerdy, but it's such a great song!

Ok, back to telling you about 'Pyramid'. Did I mention that Joey, Freddy, and myself split a cab ride of like 20 bucks to get there, paid 5 bucks to get in, and 2 bucks for coat check? I can walk a block and get into a bar for free. Into a bar that happens to be a hundred times nicer than this place. We walked downstairs at some point, where we encountered with a smoke machine, hard core metal music, and goth people doped up on meth. We were not in Kansas anymore. We u-turned it back upstairs, and when I heard that cheesy 80's music I felt like I had reached heaven. Surreal I tell you.

They had a stage in the front of the dance room that sparked a brilliant idea. That idea was none other than climbing up unto it and dancing! I was bored, what can I say. Joey wasn't buying it, so it was me and Freddy up there. Doing the robot the whole time. Freddy pretended to be a dictator of the bar, by saying "dance! dance my minions, dance!" Then we had the bar photographer and Elizabeth taking pictures of us, so we pretended it was paparazzi. For the brief 10 minutes that lasted, it was fun. The other 4 hours of the night? Torture.































Then we ended the night flagging down a cab for 45 minutes in the rain. People were stealing cabs from us left and right. I'm sure you guys have had garage sales before, right? There is always a car that does a driveby glance at all of your stuff and then guns it. As of to say, "Lah te ta ta....I don't want any of that stuff." We had a cabbie do that to us. He asked us where we were going, then we got denied, and he gunned it. Jeez. Did we look like that much of a hazard?

Well, now I am going to finish watching "What not to wear" on TLC.

Toodles.

230 Fifth

We went to a NYU end of the year party at 230 Fifth last night. It's a swanky rooftop bar with a great view of the city. I heard a bartender say that that view helps ease paying 9 bucks for a beer. *shrugs shoulders* Fun times.


This is Megha- who actually went to Tulane for her undergrad. I remember we talked about Veterans Blvd once which was a little surreal.






































This is Amy. She was one of our main recruiters for our upcoming kickball game.








































Megha and I thought we were so cool with our dark shades in the club....haha. Don't worry. We knew how riduculous we looked.





















Ian....funny guy!

This is Bill- Joey's mentor for the program.


This is Mark...
Joey's good friend Katy... better known as "hot-lanta".


The shades started a trend...

They had robes that you could wear if you got cold....and once again Megha and I thought we looked too cool for school.
The girl next to me is Nikki. She is training with Joey for a NJ triathalon.

Other than going out, my softball team won our second game. 17-9. Yahoo!

The perfect weekend...

Friday, Joey and I stole Nunca for an evening in Central Park. We sat with her by the lake underneath cherry blossoms, and let her watch the ducks play in the water...that is until she started pulling to go chase them! Then we navigated our way through the rest of the park. We tried to run with her, but she gets tired really easily. She gave up several times, looking up at me with sad eyes saying, "I didn't sign up for this!"




On Saturday, it was round two. We grabbed some famous hot dogs from Grey's Papaya and had a picnic in the park. I sunbathed while Joey caught up on some reading for a final.



All of the pale Manhattan bodies were swarming the park soaking up the sunshine. This is Sheep's Meadow:





Which usually looks like this:


Did I ever tell you how much I love Cherry Blossoms? If you look closely, it was "snowing" flowers. So pretty, especially at sunset.


Well, off to puppy classes I go! Wish me luck.

Woof :)

Two more things off my checklist...

The cherry blossoms in the park have bloomed. There are bright yellow tulips planted all around the trees lining the streets. Green leaves are budding on the trees everywhere. Weather forecast? 70's and sunshine. Ahh. Spring is here!

As many of you probably know, I am obsessed with dogs. Since we've been in NY, I have been wanting to be a dog walker. So I applied to a couple of places on craigslist and got a few call backs. I had an interview with these people today: www.walkandtrain.com on Broome St. in SoHo today.

I pretty much got the job. It is going to work out perfectly with Aflac, which I'm also really excited about. I am going to watch a puppy training class next Monday night, which should be absolutely adorable. Dog walking gig: Check.

So as I'm about to cross Broome St., I look across the street and this teeny tiny girl catches my eye. She is dressed in black leggings with an oversized shirt, red flats, and huge sunglasses. She has the wavy blonde "just got out of bed" look going... "looks an awful lot like one of those Olsen twins" I think. Then she turned towards my side of the street and- holy smokes. It is one of them. One of the Olsen twins. I just stared in awe. I think I had the friendly "walk" sign flash at me...but I just stood there and watched her walk away. Sigh. Heath Ledger's apartment was about a block from where my interview was. I heard a rumor that Ashley Olsen's apt. was right down the street, and I suppose it's true. Spotting an Olsen was also on my list of "things to do" while here in NY. So there goes another: Check.

Unfortunately we lost my first Aflac softball game today.  Next time will be different, right? I accidently asked the captain at scrimmage last week when we were getting our "costumes"... meaning to say "jerseys". Oopsie Daisy. I'm sure that made everyone's confidence of my athletic capability to skyrocket! :)

Ended the night by watching "The Real Housewives of New York City" on Bravo. I am addicted, I admit. I believe after a long day, nothing beats curling up on the couch while watching trashy TV. It always works for me.