View from the entrance to my apartment.
St. Patrick's Day has always been a holiday that interfered with my birthday at worst and a day to wear green at best. As someone who doesn't typically, if ever, drink, this holiday is somewhat meaningless. In all honesty, the fact that I turned 21 on Sunday isn't the reason that I am enjoying the holiday this year. The real reason would be that living in the city has, for some odd reason, put me into a fantastic mood regarding this holiday. It is gorgeous out and everyone in the streets seems to be ecstatic just to be alive.
I pulled an all-nighter last night and managed to motivate myself into getting things accomplished rather than taking a nap that would inevitably make me late for my night classes, an absurd habit of mine. It didn't actually occur to me that it was St. Patrick's Day until several hours later when I was wandering around my block in search of food, having just dropped off my laundry. I was completely enamored of the little stand on the corner selling a plethora of green items such as boas and, of all things, monkeys! I'm tempted to go back on my way to class and snag something silly just because I can.
I expect that later tonight, when coming home from class, I will not be in quite so good a mood because there are several bars near me and I have no doubt that I'll be hassled either by the noise or the crowds walking home. However, right now I think the crowds of green are enchanting on some strange level. I think I'll probably miss it, but I'm hoping to see the parade on fifth avenue. The cops all over the place practically SCREAMED parade, after all.
More Painful than Ink
I got my eyebrows threaded today. For my 8th grade dance I got my eyebrows waxed and had a horrible reaction that involved half my face puffing up. Whether they were burns or an allergic reaction to the wax and/or lotion, I still don't know, but it left me with a fear of getting my eyebrows waxed and I have been putting it off for that long, maintaining with a razor. Yes, I know, but I'm incapable of tweezing. I'm terrible at it and I can't stand the pain.
So, what is my opinion on threading? Well my eyebrows certainly look better than they ever have and while my skin was a bit red and a mite bit swollen for a half hour or so afterward, the entire process went well. The downside? It was horribly painful. Waxing is done with one quick rip, but this was done practically a hair at a time and my eyes were more than watering by the time she was done. Other than that one spot on my butt, I never felt the urge to stop a tattoo in the middle of a session. Thirty seconds into the threading I wanted to escape and was certain it wasn't worth it.
Should I go back for more pain in two weeks? Probably not, but I probably will.
The Good Samaritan
While getting my hair done a young man, probably in his late twenties, walked an old woman into the shop. Apparently she had fallen on the street not too far away and he had helped her up and walked her to the shop. Yes, people, New Yorkers are capable of kindness.
