I am working at an Italian restaurant that is directly across the street from Madison Square Garden and has a great view of the Empire State Building. It's a pretty fun place to be. Right around the corner from THE Macy's. It's crawling with businessmen during lunch and is pretty quiet for dinner so the hours should suit me just fine.
On the subway today was a lady with birds. I want to say crazy lady because, well...the bitch brought birds on the subway and she makes them hang out with her. But what was even crazier was that there were a couple ladies on the train, seperate, not together, who approached her beaming with stupidly excited smiles and asking her questions about the birds as they shit their runny excrement all over the floor of the subway. New York.
Morris took me out to dinner to celebrate my employment so I met him downtown after work and we went to The Meatball Shop. There was quite a wait but we sat at a bar nearby and I enjoyed my new found drink of choice, cider. What I like about cider is that it looks like beer, but it tastes girly as shit. And by girly, I mean delicious. And while we were sitting in the bar this song came on (video below) and we both lit up as Morris proclaimed "It's our song!" When I was visiting NYC this summer he introduced me to this little musical gem. So I guess this is our song....
