My NYC moment.

If I had to find a moment in this day that would fully define how I feel at this moment, it would be somewhere between Bowery and 7th. It was at this moment that I realize this city wasn't involved in giving out fairy tail dreams without a fight.

See, not that I feel like I've really done very much out here to this point, but finding a place to live that was super rad in a little less than a day was somewhat of a fantasy/daydream that actually came true. So I've been floating around this city, getting lost, taking the subway, watching people, and really just enjoying myself for the last two days. That was probably a miscue on my part. Because today kicked me in the balls and ran away like a little bitter child. This would also become what my friend Nafees would come to call my "NYC moment."

(side note. If you don't know, I'm staying with a super awesome guy named Nafees. He just happens to be gay, and has bought me Tai food today, and was my lawyer during my NYC moment because he just graduated form law school, and he calls himself my gay fairy godmother.... we went furniture shopping today... he's rad.)

So,
After the furniture shopping extravaganza and a few minutes sending out resumes, Nafees and I walked over to the NYU and Greenwich area on our way over to my brokers office to sign the lease and finalize our happy dwelling and iron everything in stone. I'm not gonna lie, I wish I had gone to NYU, not because of the people, but because I can't imagine how amazing it would have been to go to college in this city. I love CSULB with all my heart, and don't any of you think I would rather have not had you in my life, but come on people, it's NEW YORK CITY, as a college student. I digress.

Leases for NYC places are absolutely insane. I'm talking like nine pages, sign like forty times, back and front shit, it's like nothing I've ever seen. As Nafees looked over it and we got to the last page something caught my eye; NO ANIMALS OF ANY KIND!!!

"Um, excuse me, um, I specifically asked if dogs were allowed in this place and *%*#@ said absolutely." (i'll leave her name out of it because it's not important).

Forty-five minutes later, about twenty phone calls later, and I get this...

"The landlord just said no dogs of any kind are allowed,"

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If Dan hadn't recently given me a meditation book for my sudden lapses into complete ferocity you all may have heard about me on the news tonight for burning down an entire building full of Iranian apartment brokers. This may not be such a problem, but in less than a week from now I have a girlfriend, dog, and best friend that were depending on me finding a place, which I thought I had done, and now I'm back to square one. Haha that rhymed.

Skip to an hour later when said broker is all roses and smiles trying to make up for her mistake showing me a three bedroom in the East Village. We leave the place; I need a drink. Now get this, I've been out here for like four days now, and I haven't had a single drink, I'm saving all the cash I can, but this moment needed a beer, and it just so happened that directly connected to the place she just showed me was a sports bar called Standings. I walk in with my head down asking for beer and what do I see but a Michigan University flag hanging directly above the main TV in the corner.

See, a guy like me can pretty much bullshit his way into anything, but when people talk sports I don't sugar coat things. If you're a bartender in NYC and you're wearing a Redsox hat, I'm going to talk shit, and you better believe I'm going to tell you I'm a huge Angels fan, and that's why people buy me beers.

Two hours pass, I've made a bar full of friends who are welcoming back to the bar if I move into the place right above, and I'm a wee bit buzzed. I walk home, I smoke a cig, and realize; It is what it is, and this city isn't going to hand me my life on a silver platter, this isn't going to be easy, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

This was my NYC moment.