6 posts tagged “photos”

This past weekend I impulsively booked a flight to Seattle after hearing word that my old room mates were having a housewarming party for their new place. With the Spring getting peppered with plans already, I figured this was a good time for me to escape before I got too preoccupied, and of course I miss my good friends very much. Went to a tea house and played scrabble, adventured around the Locks, took a bus downtown to meet an old friend, and spent Sunday evening listening to Gregorian chant in St. Mark's Cathedral. We made several group meals and sat around the fire listening to music and munching on cookies. Just like the old days.

The house warming party was relatively successful, a good first attempt to celebrate while learning lessons about how to craft the ideal party. This included the post-realization that it's never good when there are weird 'Randoes' aka 'Randoms' are strolling around your domicile making your party sketchy. I was approached by one of these wild Randoes, he gesturing to sit next to me in his leather bomber jack and pronounced faux hawk. What was to follow was one of the worst efforts of someone trying to hit on me I could think of. Or at least, one of the most uncreative ways:

FAUX HAWK grins at me and opens the laptop. Goes directly to MySpace and then angles the keyboard at me.

FAUX HAWK: Search for yourself on MySpace!

ME: Ugh... okay...

FAUX HAWK glances over my shoulder to see what my name was. Whiplashes around sharply at sight of my last name:

FAUX HAWK: Woooooahhhhh. You'e CHINESE?

ME: Ugh... yeah. Pointing at screen. There. That's me.

FAUX HAWK: Clicks on the Add button. Heh. Nice to meet you Tiffany. Awesome. Now we're friends on MySpace.

ME: Right.

At this point FAUX HAWK continues sporting a goofy grin and has the nerve to put his arm around me and position his digital camera for a MySpace picture. In case I didn't pick up on it, he made sure that I understood that this photo would be 'For our Myspaces'. Let it be known that at this point we still haven't talked about jack shit.

ME: Feeling trapped, time for awkward escape! Uhm, okay, well I'm gonna go downstairs.

FAUX HAWK: Oh cool! Well, talk to you later then because you seem cool.

So maybe I missed the memo that requesting to immediately add the hot pick-up that you just met to your online social scene before even making effort to really introduce yourself is the new way to go these days.  Of course, in the end I had the pleasure to opt out of any continued connection between 20 yr old 'Tai. K.' from Seattle, but in the future I'd like to wholly discourage that anyone use this method as a means of 'meeting people'. It's just no good.

While I was getting my most recent pair of disposable cameras developed, I walked around the neighborhood for an hour to get a grasp of what was surrounding me.  Many small deli's and fruit stands, a lot of banks, a lot of cellphone stores.  Moderately crowded streets around 6:15 PM.  Several dogs being walked between business folk and students.  The sun was still beating down as it was heading west, but the shadows of buildings stood long and thick across the sidewalks.

I meandered around for about an hour until I found a grocery store near-by.  At that point I still had about 25 minutes to kill, so I grazed the shopping aisles very slowly, trying to determine what I could easily carry back to the apartment with me, and what wouldn't melt.  I savored fruit, particularly peaches, but the peaches the grocery store had were too small, so I opted for cheap canned peaches instead. Not the same, I know, but canned peaches can be somewhat romantic for a broke graduate straight out of college, right?  I picked up my photos, head back to the roof of the apartment, and forked slices of syrupy peaches while flipping through my print outs.

It was a nostalgic dual set of photos from the last half of senior week.  Mostly photos of my house and living room, and the good folks getting sauced here and there.  Duane Reade will put white borders around your print outs for free, which left the oddly focused disposable camera shots somewhat artsy, if you can believe it.  I'm happy with what I paid for, and tossed around the idea of only using disposable cameras from now one.  But in the long run it'd be much cheaper to get a digital camera again.  I'll have to do some thinking.

Later in the night I started After Dark, ate more peaches, met another person who lives in the building. Wrote up my very first Beta-Tester report for a friend's game and tried with all of my might to beat Gamma Bros, but still couldn't get passed the third level.  It's a deliciously fun game though, so try it if you get a chance!

Hello! I'm home!
(finally. time to sleep...but please, enjoi some samples of NYC in the meantime)