nyc: day3.

day three turned out to be refreshing and relaxing.

after my morning blog, i leisurely prepared myself for the day. i grabbed a bagel and hit the streets with jordan and haley, delivering pamphlets for the women's theater project. we are all taking turns ushering for their upcoming show, smudge, so we'll be able to see it for free.

even with haley's beautifully lamenated map, we had an extremely difficult time finding all of the delivery spots. eventually we did, also having time to stop in a few soho shops. cute stuff, but my mission is boots, and unfortunately yesterday was not my day to find any.

the highlight of the afternoon was 99cent pizza. here's what happens: you stand on the street corner in front of a tiny, very dirty pizza stand (dollar in your hand, purse under your coat) and wait for the pizza to come out of the oven (at this point, a line is swiftly forming). once the pizza is finished, it is taken out of the oven on a long wooden paddle and placed below the counter on a tray to be sliced. then, one by one each person in line is asked exactly how many slices they intend to buy. you answer politely, hand them your money, receive your pizza (parmesan and garlic salt are available, as well as extra toppings for 50cents extra), and make your way quickly to the other side of the street.

it's a process, but 99cent pizza is definitely worth the whole dollar.

definitely.

anyway, after our afternoon snack, the three of us trekked back to the apartment to rest and warm up a little. i ate a rice cake and fixed our toilet - no big deal. then mariah, haley, jordan, and i headed uptown for some more shopping - fun, but exhausting.

finally arriving back at the apartment for the last time, i got ready for bed and watched the end of the wedding planner with haley. jennifer lopez is one of the top ten worst actresses ever, but fortunately one of the top five most enjoyable to make fun of.

haley and i ended the night making patti lupone impressions that probably severely annoyed our neighbors.. but what the heck. you can't blame theater majors for being loud and dramatic.

until my next entry, friends..