1/8/2007
In the past 24 hours I have realized that I never want to live in a city this big. I want to live near a city this big, yes-but certainly not in it. So far nobody I've encountered on the street or in a restaurant has pointed and made fun of me for my southern accent, so I count my first day as a success (even though I got lost in the subway and I walked so far away from Greenwich Village that I ended up near some pier and then magically in a really good shopping district. Don't ask me how I found it.)
So far:
Jazz Related-
-have gone to 55 Club in the Village and met talented jazz musician, whose name I couldn't remember to save my life. The conference starts tomorrow, and with it probably more jazz related things to fill the days.
Other-
-have waved at across-the-street neighbor from the upstairs window of the loft (who said New Yorkers were unfriendly? He waved first, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't just waving his middle finger at me).
-have successfully navigated my way through a subway ride to Greenwich Village and back to the loft from wherever I ended up after I wandered around.
-have helped save Tibet by buying pretty jewelry from some tiny shop.
-have survived a 24 hour period without getting mugged beaten or killed
-have perfected "game face" to ward off those who consider mugging beating or killing me.
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