“To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.”

As charming as I seem, there is one thing everyone should know before entering into a relationship with me...

I am not a homebody and I am most certainly not domestic.

I've been told as I get older I will get interested in things like decorating, furniture shopping, cooking, and embroidery. One day I will separate my whites (or do my laundry in general) and frame pictures and put them on floating shelves that I have installed myself. I will worry about the couch cover being dirty or the recycling bin being full and buy decorative hand towels. That being said, to this day I can honestly say these things do not cross my mind.

What does interest me is fun. All kinds of fun. I like laughing and I like beer and I like yoga and I like beer after yoga (when I should be drinking those trendy little coconut waters). I like horror films and illegally drinking champagne in central park and playing in the ocean and playing in the ocean naked. I hate running but I like to walk. I like making fun of people. I like dive bars and skee ball (and bars that combine both). I like buildings and I like drawing buildings and I like bricks and I like laying bricks and, surprisingly, I like to work and I like to learn.

So instead of finding me home on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday you can probably find me lollygagging around Manhattan or Brooklyn looking for something that will make me smile or at least something that will ameliorate the series of neuroses that have been plaguing me for the past 24 years. Even though I'm consistently at work part of the week and less consistently working on my thesis the rest of the time, no consecutive day is the same. That is one of the wonderful things about living in New York.

Therefore, I wanted to share what a typical work day is like in the world of Kristin Drawdy.

First:

Although I always tell myself I will go to Bikram at 6:30 am to get it over with, I never do. Therefore, I arise in my new yellow room in the lower east side perpetually late every day. This morning I awoke from a nightmare so I allowed myself an extra 15 minutes to read my dream book under the covers with my air conditioner going full blast. This morning I found out that I am dreaming up anxious situations as a result of being disavowed in a therapeutic or romantic relationship.  I will now refer to my dream book as Captain Obvious.

This puppy is old, half-ass installed, and I found it on the roof but it has changed my life. I no longer have to sleep naked on wet towels with 4 fans blasting on me. Instead, it's penguin pajamas and blankets until the cows come home!

Next, I get ready for work. I had time to wash my hair this morning which is atypical of my personality (see previous posts). These Kate Spade shoes happen to be the only thing I own that make me look any way professional.

Suddenly, I noticed my laundry is full (not to mention kind of smelly) and I have a party to go to tonight. Luckily, I live in China town and therefore:

Live directly above a place where my shirts can get laundered! And because I can't be bothered to sit in a laundry mat, they will wash, fold, and deliver them to me after work! I hope I look as sharp as the lady on the left at the party.

After an indecipherable conversation with a Chinese woman that ended in the words, "Tomowoah, Tomowoah, Go!" I take a nice stroll up Orchard Street and realize, after passing Jill Zarin's little fabric store, I can't possibly work without my morning coffee. And therefore stop at:

88 Orchard Street! I think it is important for everyone in New York to have their routine morning coffee shop where they know your name (just like Cheers!). This is my new one. In the past 3 weeks they have discovered that my name is spelled k-r-i-s-t-I-n, I like my coffee with just a little bit of milk, they get a dollar if they call me skinny, and I have to have my avocado, white cheddar, and tomato pressed croissant to start every morning.

Finally, I arrive to work right on time at 10:30 (30 minutes after everyone else does)!  And spend my mornings doing work, gchatting, and chugging water because of my pathological fear of dying from dehydration.

Around 2 o'clock I go to lunch.

I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.

3 hours later, I'm in a New York state of mind. And by New York, I mean Manhattan. Time to hop on the J train and get to a dive bar! And what better lower east side bar than Iggy's. Bartender Pirate Mike's 3 dollars drafts made these two wenches feel plunderfull!

PBR makes you look hip, cigarettes make you look sexy, but Virginia Slim's? Laura's face says confused.

Post Virginia Slim confusion, one must drown their thoughts in tequila. The only thing better than tequila is free tequila, the only thing better than free tequila is free tequila at a magazine launch party and the only thing better than a magazine launch party is a magazine called LATIN LOVER! I kid you not...here is Laura trying to teach me Spanish:

As you can see it was a very effective lesson:

I believe I told a lamppost "mucho gusto" on the way home.

So there you have it a day of errands, work, art, parties, culture, love. And that, my friend, is only hump day.
Just wait until you see the excitement that happens on a day with no responsibilities. Until then Adios Amigos! And Lampost if you happen to read this, vamos a la playa en la manana!