Sunday, August 30, 2009

Last Night in The East Village...

and I'm getting sniffy. Doing lots of drugs. Just kidding, I'm sad! All the dirtiness here has been good to me. Is it weird to join a knitting club to get new friends in Park Slope?

Don't answer that.

But seriously, without school or work, and without your friends introducing you, how do you make friends any more? I'm not sure I know. I made some through having roommates, but now that I will just be freelancing and wandering the streets, can I meet people? I never understood how people made friends and the library or coffee shop. Occasionally I have been asked out by a creepy guy this way, but can I somehow approach another girl for wanting to watch Project Runway with, without being a weird stalker? I know you know the answer to this people. I don't know how to do this!

Also me and my film friend are the last of us in the EV and we are getting together tonight and I am forcing cuban food on him. Not that I'm cooking. I will in the new place (love you Ina Garten). But the cuban place next to me, Cafe Cortadito, is amaaazing. It is one of my biggest regrets about leaving this building. Now by doorman who calls me "Stephanie" is a different story. Nice guy but, he has a really bushy mustache and somehow I don't trust him. It's always the mustaches, isn't it? Also I am gazing out at my patio while the boy snores off a hangover on the couch and thinking I'm going to miss the sage I planted, the sprinklers that come on in a rush exactly every night at 10 pm, even padding to the laundry room and all the hot air in there. Why? Because I didn't appreciate any of this while it was happening, that's why!

Am pretty excited for the dinner parties I'm going to throw in the new place though. No one will come because of karma, as I never went to Brooklyn before moving there. Well except for Song in Park Slope because it's the best Thai food EVER, but I don't think I've been to Williamsburg for two years. What am I rambling about? I think all the packing has got to me...better get out of the house while I still can.

6 comments:

Lindsay Champion said...

In the East Village, walk into any bar (Leopard Lounge? Lakeside Lounge?!) introduce yourself to ANYBODY, strike up a conversation with anyone that looks remotely cool, and you've got yourself a night out. Here in LA, who the heck knows how you do it...

lindsay || newyorkwords.net

golublog said...

I always wonder the same thing. How people randomly start conversations with people? Since I've been unemployed i spend alot of times working on my writing in coffee shops and not once have anyone started a conversation with me.

eleanorstrousers said...

I tend to meet people going to events more than bars and coffeehouses- writing workshops, yoga class, etc. It's sad, but true.

K said...

These are all great suggestions! I also think having a dog helps...but is that only to meet boys? I don't want to meet boys, I want to meet girls. I am an anomaly! Pick up tricks for girls who want to meet girls..there has GOT to be a self help book for this!

PS Lindsay how do you know all the cool bars here! I know nothing in LA that I don't see in The Hills. Sad and true.

Anonymous said...

Dogs for sure help! I know two people who met at the park via their dogs who ended up buying a brownstone together to renovate and rent out--they're just friends. Because of my dogs, I've been invited to go bowling, to Vermont, to go camping... That said... Little dog owners often stick to the little-dog-owner crowd, while owner's of big mutts have their own group. Pick your dog, and you pick your crowd. Pick the right one!! : )

K said...

Your dogs sound incredible. What kind are they and where can I get some immediately?!