I’m going to take my starting point of this blog at a little over a week ago on Wednesday night. Like I mentioned at the end of my last blog, my roommate, Anna, and I decided to enter the lottery for the Broadway show of Hair. What that means is we entered our names into a bucket two and a half hours before the show. At two hours before the show, they drew names of who gets the chance to purchase a pair of $25 tickets. My name wasn’t drawn…but Anna’s was! Happy day! The seats were box seats, so they weren’t always the best views, but the cast is constantly running throughout the audience, and the sound was great too, so it didn't really matter. The actors definitely get up close and personal with the audience. They attacked my head and played with my hair about half a dozen times, and at one point a guy leaned all over me and just about stuck his sweaty chest in my face. Haha, it was very weird, but an awesome weird! At the end of the show, we got to dance on stage with the cast and sing “Let the Sunshine In.” Woooonderful.

Thursday wasn’t too exciting but I had my poetry seminar again at night and our instructor said something along the lines that I could make a great career in writing poetry. I didn’t know it was possible for career and poetry to co-exist in the same sentence! I’m a bit skeptical, but I will take it as a huge compliment nonetheless.
Last Friday I worked and read poetry manuscripts until my eyes were about to fall out of my head. Toward the end I couldn’t even tell what was good and what was bad anymore. It all just kind of melded together. Then we had our 305 Halloween party, which pretty much just meant that I spent a couple hours stuffing my face with candy, cupcakes, and cool whip instead of eating dinner. Bad idea! I’ve never eaten so much sugar in one sitting, and I probably never should again. Ugh.

Halloween party at the 305
Saturday was Halloween! I didn’t have to work because they asked me to work the Sunday market instead, so I wandered around Williamsburg in Brooklyn a little while because I’ve been meaning to check it out—apparently all the “hipsters” hang out there. I didn't see as many so-called hipsters as I expected, but it was during the day, and I only wandered down one street since I got side-tracked by a thrift store. I found a pair of really nice boots there for $10. Score! I also saw the world’s fattest pigeon that afternoon. I’m serious—the thing was OBESE. It could barely fly. I spent a good five minutes just watching it and laughing to myself. After my lone venturing, I went to meet everyone back at the house to go out and see the giant Halloween parade in Greenwich.
I wasn’t planning to wear a costume because I’m lazy like that, but the NYAPers all peer-pressured me into wearing one. I had just about nothing in my closet though, so I put together a dumb, really unoriginal idea in about three minutes. Yep, you guessed it—the 80s look. Honestly though, I pretty much just looked like myself with a side pony-tail and leggings (which I wear sometimes anyway). Oh well. We all went down to Spring Street and it was CRAZY. It took a while just to find where to go to be in the parade (yes, we were IN the parade). Then once we found it, we spent about an hour or so waiting for the parade to start. It was claustrophobia central! There’s nothing like being squished up against a bunch of strangers in weird costumes. I did find a lot of amusement in all the people who kept walking up to Matt (who was dressed as a NY cop) and asking him when the parade was going to start, thinking he was a legit cop. Niiice.
Once the parade finally started, they let a wave of our section go, but about halfway through our group they started pushing us back, and when I say pushing I mean PUSHING. “Man-handled” might be a more accurate term. I was one of the five unlucky ones from our group to be pushed back and sent behind the caution tape.

stuck behind the caution tape...
Eventually they let us go, and we started walking the parade, just as it started raining. The parade wasn’t as exciting as I expected, but there were some cool things to see. One group was performing Thriller. Another huge group of people (maybe 100 or so?) did a dance to “Beat It.” There was a girl who was probably only five or six years old on stilts that were about three times her height. I must say I’m surprised I only saw ONE person dressed as Michael Jackson. Also, there were still way more jokers this year than there should have been. My favorite costumes were a couple dressed as John and Kate plus 8 and four guys as the teletubbies. Also, I heard Gumby let loose some profanity. Gotta love Halloween in NYC…Anyway, by the end of the parade, we were all soaked and exhausted, so we stopped for some scrumptious dinner at a diner, and then I headed home because I was tiiiired.

Teletubbies! ...with some girl in the middle...
It's Thriller! Thriller night! I sooooo wanted to join in...
Sunday I got up early to work the American Can Factory’s Sunday market for UDP. It wasn’t too eventful—I sold only two books in four hours, but I talked to a few interesting people. Sunday night was the free show of UCB again. Chris McDonald (Shooter McGavin from Happy Gilmore) was in the show this week, and even more exciting…we sat RIGHT behind Natalie Portman for the entire show. We didn’t realize it until intermission, but yep, it was her. My first major celebrity sighting!
Monday I read more manuscripts and then went to the Hungarian Pastry Shop to chill and write for a while. Maybe it was the spirits of writers past in there or something, but after about 10-15 minutes of initial writer’s block, I did some very solid writing for an hour or two. I discovered the joys of prose poetry! I absolutely love it and I can’t believe I hadn’t tried it before—so much fun! Also, I tested out the bathroom there for the first time. It’s pretty sweet…everyone writes crazy stuff on the walls. I can’t remember a lot of it, but one memorable thing was, “Kerouac wrote the first twitter.” Really, who comes up with that out of nowhere? Love it. Later, I had a phone interview for City Year, which I think went pretty well, but it’s hard to tell because the woman who interviewed me was so formal and matter-of-fact about everything.
Wednesday Anna and I decided to enter the lottery for West Side Story. This time around, I was the one who won! We got tickets for around $25 each again, and the seats were in the FRONT ROW. Really? Front row tickets to a Broadway show for just $25? I spent over $50 for nosebleed “are-those-people-down-there-or-just-colored-specks?” seats in Grand Rapids for touring Broadway shows. NY truly is a wondrous place! I can’t even begin to explain how great the dancing in this show is. INCREDIBLE. The singing was good, and the acting was pretty decent (for the most part), but the dancing made me want to explode with happiness, and of course it was that much more amazing because I was just a few feet from the stage.
Thursday I had my last poetry seminar. I wrote a pantuom, which at first I absolutely hated but after some moments of frustration I finally got to work—success! Then we attended a poetry reading, which reminded me that not all poetry in New York is good. That’s all I will say about that, but it was really quite cringe-worthy. Oh well, at least I got some free food! Then Nick and I went to get some dinner from the oh-so-classy Dinersty chinese place down the street. Some guy was freaking out for about ten minutes straight complete with very long strings of profanity and a lot of yelling. He only left when the guy behind the counter started to dial the police. It was a very fun experience, but Nick and I just carried on a conversation about our internships during the crazy man freak-out.
Which brings me to my title of this week--New York is so very ridiculous, it makes me laugh! The perfect example of the ridiculousness happened after work today when I decided to get a cupcake from Billy’s Bakery (recommended to me by some fellow NYAPers as having the best cupcakes in NYC...side note on life: Billy's is good but Amy's Bread still gets my vote for best cupcakes in the city!). Anyway, on the way there, a little old lady fell over in the middle of the street with her walker and couldn’t get up. I know that sounds cliche in a funny way, but it actually did happen! I was about half a block away when I saw it, and one lady had already stopped to help her by the time I got there. I stopped as well, but even with both of us, we were having trouble helping her up. It was only moments before about four other people swarmed us and between all of us, we got her on her feet again. She only spoke Spanish, but it’s NY, so of course one of the guys who stopped knew Spanish, and together, the little army of us made sure she was OK to go on her way. So there I was walking to Billy's, feeling all warm and fuzzy thinking how New Yorkers truly are kind and good-hearted people despite the stereotypes. On the way home from the bakery, however, a guy darted across the street in front of a car, and the following dialogue I witnessed between two strangers was quite the opposite of the earlier good-Samaritan moment. I’ll have to censor it to make it blog-appropriate, but it went a little something like:
Woman: “You’re a jack____!”
Man: “______ you!”
Woman: “Go ________yourself!”
Then the person standing next to me started to laugh. All of this happened in less than ten blocks. That is New York City right there in a nutshell!