4 hours of sleep later

Good morning. I just got home from a long night out with 2 single ladies. Thats right. And they just weren't any single ladies, but these ladies were my roommates! You see, about 3 weeks ago I started to do my apartment hunting. Every ad listed was basically "available now." In Brooklyn, apartments or rooms are usually available for 24-48 hours and then occupied immediately. So I started to do room searches for the dates I was actually going to be living in Brooklyn. I came across an ad that read "Need cool roommate who potentially like Dominos pizza." I figured that was right up my alley. It was calling me. The ad was extremely friendly, and quite satirical. Now for anyone that knows me personally would agree that it just makes perfect sense for my personality.

I went over for a meet and greet around 8 p.m. yesterday evening. I took the 44 bus down Nostrand Ave. to St. Marks. I stepped off the bus, cut the corner, and a ball came rolling to my feet. As I looked up I was being rushed by a group of children. I kicked the ball back and walked by. When I got to the apartment I walked up to the third floor to find my new home. The apartment is beautiful. Lots of space, hardwood floors, and freshly painted walls (I think). We basically sat around and got to know each other pretty quick. In about an hour a decision was made that they were going to ditch their original plans to see the new Tron movie in 3d and head to the west village for a few drinks. I drank my first 40 in New York as they shared a four loko (for those that don't know - four loko is now banned in this state) and we set off. The bars in the west village were extremely packed with college students. None of us were really into it. Actually we ended up having only 1 drink in the 2 hours we were gone and went right back home. Considering that I am done talking about it already shows how lame that shit was. It was 2 a.m. by the time we got back so I decided to crash on the couch rather then wait for another 40 minutes for the bus.

After my initiation into the best friends coalition I eventually laid my head down. I heard something move. A little mouse! I jumped up 3 different times trying to find this thing. I flipped on the lights, and was on my hands and knees crawling around the living room. I'm pretty sure the mouse was in the wall so I decided to go to sleep to the sound of the cute, little squeaks. I wished the mouse a goodnight and closed my eyes.

All the events that happened before meeting these wonderful ladies were pretty slow. I took the G-train to Williamsburg to do some exploring around 2 in the afternoon. My plan was to get out of my comfort zone and get an idea for where I want to start looking for work. I grabbed lunch at this small Chinese restaurant called The Red Bowl. I had my usual sesame chicken and did some people watching. Everyone in Williamsburg really is a hipster! The rumor was true. I saw it for myself.

(Hipsters are a subculture of men and women typically in their 20's and 30's that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter.) - UrbanDictionary.com

Shortly after I finished my delicious lunch combo I got a little more lost before I headed back home. After all, my shoulder was lethargic at that point from carrying a stack of resumes in my bag.

So far Ive been here one day and I am falling in love with the city. I think I'm really going to like it here once I'm settled. There's so much diversity, energy, and culture as well as many other unsaid adjectives. This is only the beginning of my new life.