driving like a mexican... in ny

driving like a mexican in nyc doesn't actually work. i know new yorkers are supposed to be crazy drivers, but they have nothing on your average mexican driver just heading to the superama.

anyway, been here for 5 days and almost feel like i never left. seriously, this is exactly what april was like, bikram in the morning, random errands, lunch with friends and the occasional movie mixed with random to-dos in the evening. and drinking. seriously, i'd forgotten how much drinking we do in this city, and how easy it is to hemorrhage money. the money part is also serious. i walk out the door and that's like a$60 surcharge. i'm not even sure what my money has gone to, but it's definitely loving that spot a lot more than it likes my bank account. that said i have purchased some LOVELY turquoise jeans. clearly i'm taking my blue phase seriously.

still acclimating to being able to understand everyone. it's so... different. i keep wanting to move into aggressive hand gesturing and loud talking (like that really helps) but catch myself and sure enough, everyone i hang with in nyc totally speaks english. let's see if brazil stumps me as much, as i'm not even a little prepared for brazilian portuguese.

talk soon!
m.