As I write I am being serenaded by a group singing circle, led by guitar player with some pretty sweet (and powerful) pipes. Swap out their Bob Dylan for a little Chris Tomlin and you've created a nostalgic reenactment of my youth group beach trip days. Beautiful. I like Bob.
First day in the program. Rekindled feelings of being a college freshman with the 3 most repeated get-to-know-you-questions of all time: 1...what's your name? (I'm Jenna) 2...what school do you go to? 3...what major are you? (now replaced by..."what kind of work do you do?).
The lovely sub system is working out well for me. Thanks to my practice with Margaret in the spring time, I am now the subway "leader" amongst the few who followed me home. Until they realize that I'm only familiar with about, oh i donno, THREE actual stops, I'll be considered New York-smart. When they find out that I have NO sense of direction I'll be in trouble!!
NYC moment of the day (this is replacing the popular "pick up line of the day" from my Italy blog): As we are leaving the subway towards our Brooklyn home we hear screaming and crying from a 12 year old boy who is refusing to let go of the stairway pole. What is he screaming about??
"but i don't wannnnnna go to brooklynnnnn!!!!!!"
Begs the question...WHY?
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because everybody hates brooklyn.
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