Third Time's the Charm

Tomorrow will mark my third anniversary of living in New York City. Each year, I write a saccharine blog waxing romantic about what the city has stirred within me. For fun's sake this year, I think I'll time-travel and share a ridiculous yet amusing email I wrote to my Aunt after my second month of living here:

Hi Aunt Laurie,

I truly am having a ball. Let me tell you something: the city may make you happy, make you sad- but it will never make you bored. The other day, my friend was handing out flyers (she works for a modeling/ promotion agency that's mostly promotion) all day in Greenwich Village and during a work break she walked into a Starbucks and saw a homeless man that looked reminiscent of a Leprechaun, washing his hands with milk. He had green fingernail polish on to boot. It was Pine Cone Dave funny.

Did I tell you I saw Phillip Seymour Hoffman as I was walking home from the theater I had just seen "Capote" at? Is that ironic? Or just weird? I made eye contact with him but didn't say anything. He appeared to be having a serious conversation with some chums.

I've already registered for some dance classes and start tonight at the Broadway Dance Center, one of the best in the city! I'm really thrilled and thriving!

Love Always,
Chazzles

Few points of clarification:

1) Pine Cone Dave is a dead bi-polar uncle of mine that would do unusual things constantly, hence the bi-polar thing. On a family camping trip eons ago, he disappeared for hours without notice. Upon his return, he had his arms filmed with pine cones that he had collected. He then proceeded to offer one to each family member for no apparent reason, other than he found pine cones to be neat. Ergo, if something is "Pine Cone Dave" funny, it's usually a circumstance that is absurdly random and senseless.

2) I've seen Phillip Seymour Hoffman two more times since that original sighting AND I eventually met/hung out with his personal assistant once. She had nothing but nice things to say about him.

3) "I'm really thrilled and thriving!" I'm still a complete asshat, nice to know some things never change.

4) I still love NYC and can't wait to keep movin'on up Jefferson's style. Next month, I'm moving into my own brand-spanking-new, swank studio on the Upper East Side. Hell yeah.