Teake and I arrived in the Big Apple at @ 3:00 pm after a loooong delay in Minneapolis...ya gotta love Northwest. We had a "moment" when the keys did not open the apartment. After 30 minutes and even the landlady trying (why doesn't she have a key?) we finally got in. The apartment is really cute....all 500 square feet of it. Diego - the orange cat - is great, and he liked us immediately. Joe is a bit more selective as to whom he lets move into his house; I think I will have to woe him a bit. There is a working fireplace, and the entire place is an open palate - no pictures, no color on the walls, no personal touches. So, tomorrow Teake and I have the following items on our outing list:
- shower caddy
- decorative baskets
- hallway rug
- curtain
- coat tree
- plants
- toaster
- French press coffee pot
- 3 prong adapter, 40 watt bulb,washrags, paper towels,etc.
I will include apartment pictures tomorrow.
I took Teake on a walking tour of the West Village - including Union Square. His description to his grandmother (on the phone) was "It is like Hot Harley Nights all over. Everyone is looks like they are going to or coming from an event." The highlight was the homeless couple on 13th Street who had a laundry bin for their possessions filled with a cornucopia of fun item. They had scored a tv which they had wired to a light post. So, she was lying on blanket on the street with a filled trashbag for a pillow. He was asleep in a broken lawn chair. The were taking in the latest episode of Judge Judy.
After taking in the artist exhibits and farmers market in Union Square, we grabbed a slice and headed home. Morton Street is like walking into Pleasantville off the colorfulness of 7th Avenue.
Teake slept for 3 hours. I rearranged the walk-in closet and unpacked. Around 11 we walked over to a jazz club down the street because my dear friend, Ilse Pfeiffer's boyfriend Joe was playing. We surprised her - hugs all around - and decided to keep moving.
From drag queens on Bleeker to the "elite" standing in line for clubs in the Meat Packing District, the West Village did not disappoint. It is the New York I love, and I love it that Teake loves it!
