hello again.
i am writing tonight from the floor of our fifth story apartment. as a result of our consolidated living space, i will be sharing a single twin mattress with jordan.. also on the floor. tomorrow night i will have a real bed again, though, and i always love jordan's bedtime stories.
today turned out to be another eventful day. after my morning blog at kim's, i headed back to the apartment for lunch. jordan, mariah, and i were determined to cross some assignments off our list today, so we held a noon meeting to decide on the afternoon's itinerary. we decided on a visit to the museum of new york's fashion institute of technology - partly because it looked really interesting and partly because it had free admission.
the museum turned out to be fantastic, with gowns dating from the 1890's to the 2000's. i could have spent hours among the different designs. my favorite was a little black dress from the 1950's - a classic design with a bow cinching the front bodice. very audrey hepburn - love her.
following the museum, the group boarded the subway to canal street for some serious shopping. by six o'clock we were cold and hungry, so we walked up the street to chinatown. we found a buffet than included five entrees for only $4.50, so naturally, we jumped at that. however, the buffet turned out to look exactly the way one might assume a $4.50 buffet would look.
very. sketchy.
still, we were hungry, and so we made do. hopefully nothing bad happens to anyone "digestively speaking" - we only have one bathroom.
back at the apartment, mariah, jordan, eric, and i spent the evening playing cards. mariah taught me how to play kings corner (or "kings on the corner", as my sister used to call it), and i taught eric the art of the game of speed. he was an exceptionally quick learner, and after only 35 games, he beat me fair and square.
well friends, i must close. not only am i exhausted, but mariah's computer is going to die any second.
stop back in tomorrow. i'll be expecting you.
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I love that you write like you talk. Whimsical would be my word for you.
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