Just so we are all on the same page, some of my entries are going to switch from "old" New York experiences to things going on in my life now. I have to look back at some of the experiences I had, or things I did, to get by this time in New York City ........JC cover your eyes.
So, this is a story about an occasion where you want something bad enough and refuse to give up.... eventually you will "get your man" so to speak. Now, I don't know if you know this about me but I love reality TV. I don't mean "good" reality TV such as Survivor or Amazing Race, I mean bad reality TV. For example; Blind Date, Cheaters and I Love New York - yes THAT TV. I was living in my West Village studio (showing off a little bit right there) but the amazing part was at the time I couldn't afford any furniture. I had an air mattress that my friend gave me. The box it came from was designed like it was straight out of the 80s. It was more like a pool float than an air mattress and in the middle of the night it always deflated. Lovely. However, I did have cable, internet service and a old fashioned house phone. Why I thought I needed a house phone in NYC still to this day boggles my mind! Now about the cable, as I mentioned I had it but I failed to tell you I had no television ...makes perfect sense right? At the time in Marthe's world it most certainly did! I thought I could afford a TV but I was wrong - apparently you can't live off 23,000 salary in New York. Who knew (shrug)? But I digress.
I was coming down the flight of stairs when I see that my neighbor on the floor below me had their 1982 Sony TV in front of their door, practically orphaned. It looked like it was one of the first TVs made, Chr*st it was almost surely black and white. I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe luck will go my way and they will leave that antique outside for someone (meaning me) to take. So for about 4 days that TV sat there taunting me every time we met on the stairs. Eventually the TV went missing and at this point I never thought I would see the "I Love NY," season premiere.
G*d...Brahma...Budda...Scientology's L. Ron Hubbard.....the god of Prada shoes and all things fashionable or whatever you believe in, someone or something was on my side that day. I made my way down to the cockroach infested basement to throw away my trash. There it was, the most gorgeous sight these green eyes have ever seen, the Sony TV, the very one I thought got away. Now mind you I had to carry this 80lb awkward box up five....that's right five flights of stairs. And remember the "I Love NY" premiere was that very evening. This may have been the most difficult task I have ever had ( I don't count the dare for me not to wear high heels for a week). The most disturbing part was all the dead cockroaches surrounding it. I mean celebrities find themselves in this type of scenario all the time, right?
But with beads of sweat sliding down my arm like a underweight kid on the Geronimo ride at Water Country, I made it up those five flights and "loved" (wink wink) New York. YAHTZEE!!!
So, this is a story about an occasion where you want something bad enough and refuse to give up.... eventually you will "get your man" so to speak. Now, I don't know if you know this about me but I love reality TV. I don't mean "good" reality TV such as Survivor or Amazing Race, I mean bad reality TV. For example; Blind Date, Cheaters and I Love New York - yes THAT TV. I was living in my West Village studio (showing off a little bit right there) but the amazing part was at the time I couldn't afford any furniture. I had an air mattress that my friend gave me. The box it came from was designed like it was straight out of the 80s. It was more like a pool float than an air mattress and in the middle of the night it always deflated. Lovely. However, I did have cable, internet service and a old fashioned house phone. Why I thought I needed a house phone in NYC still to this day boggles my mind! Now about the cable, as I mentioned I had it but I failed to tell you I had no television ...makes perfect sense right? At the time in Marthe's world it most certainly did! I thought I could afford a TV but I was wrong - apparently you can't live off 23,000 salary in New York. Who knew (shrug)? But I digress.
I was coming down the flight of stairs when I see that my neighbor on the floor below me had their 1982 Sony TV in front of their door, practically orphaned. It looked like it was one of the first TVs made, Chr*st it was almost surely black and white. I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe luck will go my way and they will leave that antique outside for someone (meaning me) to take. So for about 4 days that TV sat there taunting me every time we met on the stairs. Eventually the TV went missing and at this point I never thought I would see the "I Love NY," season premiere.
G*d...Brahma...Budda...Scientology's L. Ron Hubbard.....the god of Prada shoes and all things fashionable or whatever you believe in, someone or something was on my side that day. I made my way down to the cockroach infested basement to throw away my trash. There it was, the most gorgeous sight these green eyes have ever seen, the Sony TV, the very one I thought got away. Now mind you I had to carry this 80lb awkward box up five....that's right five flights of stairs. And remember the "I Love NY" premiere was that very evening. This may have been the most difficult task I have ever had ( I don't count the dare for me not to wear high heels for a week). The most disturbing part was all the dead cockroaches surrounding it. I mean celebrities find themselves in this type of scenario all the time, right?
But with beads of sweat sliding down my arm like a underweight kid on the Geronimo ride at Water Country, I made it up those five flights and "loved" (wink wink) New York. YAHTZEE!!!
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