Nothing too terribly exciting to report from my weekend. I've been fighting a cold--bad cough--that I picked up from running around and dodging celebrities during Fashion Week. I started my weekend job this past Saturday and Sunday at the retail in Soho for extra cash. It's actually pretty great with decent hours that let me sleep for an extra hour or two and the store closes early enough that I can get my party-on if I choose. I can't sleep in until 2 pm anymore, but that's all right. The extra cash makes it worthwhile (and I really shouldn't be lounging around in bed past 11 on a Sunday, right?). Speaking of cash, I actually found out that the pay is a lot more than I was expecting--it's no finance money, but it'll pay for groceries and the occasional t-shirt. Oh, and I also earned a nice chunk of beer money, thanks to the commission. As my friend from high school, Sam pointed out--the things we gots to do to pay rent in NYC.
My coworkers are all chilled out and groovy; after work on Saturday, we went to a hip hotel nearby for a couple drinks. There, we spied Stifler from American Pie walk by. The next morning, as I stood waiting outside for the manager to arrive to open the store, the door bouncer and I saw Stifler again. He stood outside with his luggage waiting for his car to arrive.
The other exciting news is that my mattress is suppose to arrive tomorrow!! Shweet, eh? Now the girls can stop complaining about the set up I have right now (who knew three pillows could be so comfortable?).
Due to my busy work life--and lack of net connectivity--I was SHOCKED to walk into the Apple Store on Sunday to see that NEW iPods had arrived. This was an unprecedented moment in my life. I've generally always been one of the first to know about these sort of things. The new shuffle is very appealing to me.
I'm headed out to Lisbon, Portugal this Thursday afternoon. I'm stoked and fighting my cough like hell--I'm trying to drown it in OJ.
Things to do before I leave:
- Laundry
- Pay my ticket to the NYPD (bastards)
- Double and triple check my passport
Later kids--I have to go home to feed my roommate's naughty puppy.