We all know that NYC apartment life means making some sacrifices. Things like dishwashers, closets, balconies, laundry facilities….ah, all a distant memory.
You also live right on top of your neighbors and, given the lack of space, start to know bizarre things about their lives. For instance, I can tell you much about my next door neighbor, even though I have never met her or even seen her:
* She is French – or, at least, primarily speaks French
* She takes a shower at 9:20 AM every day. At 9:35 she blow-dries her hair and at 9:50 sharp, leaves the apartment for the day.
* She’s a pretty decent cook. At least, my nose thinks so.
All of that’s fine – honestly, I don’t mind hearing (and smelling) my neighbors from time to time. It’s part of the NYC experience.
However, I recently learned something disturbing about someone in my building. He or she has acquired a tuba.
I am not even kidding – an effing TUBA. Or maybe it’s a french horn? No, I am going with tuba. The sounds coming into my window are tuba all the way.
For the sake of everyone in my building, I can only hope that tuba lessons are not far behind. Because band practice is going to get old very quickly.
Today’s EAT: Trying an Argentenian restaurant in SoHo tonight. Excited!
Today’s DRINK: Going to meet some friends at Bua for drinks after dinner. Yay for a night out!
Today’s RUN: For my first real post-marathon workout, I went to spinning class today at the gym. One thing I love about spin class is that you can make it as hard as you want to. I picked a bike in the back and opted for not hard at all. 🙂 It felt great to get my legs moving again though! I am officially not sore or stiff anymore, and I can’t wait to get back to running again next week.