New City New York

...and here I am, six weeks later.

Yeah, obviously a lot has happened in six weeks. Let's see if we can get it down to some nice neat bullet points:

Week 1: Totes broke. See previous post on cat swallowing two thousand dollar ribbon; cat owner sobs in vet clinic parking lot.
Week 2: Cat owner/Girl decides to throw CAT BENEFIT PARTY in old punk house with some random friends who volunteer to DJ, bartend and paint cat faces on participants in exchange for dollar donations. Sort of desperate. Also, funny.
Week 3: Holy Balls. Girl wakes up morning after CAT-TACULAR PARTY, in which about a gazillion people show up and subsequently declare it the party of the year. Hundreds of photos pop up around facebook for the next week, showing happy, drunk people with smeared cat face paint makeup and hilarious cat sweaters and costumes. Girl counts donations and almost poops pants: $853.
Week 4: Not as totes broke. Girl and her boyfriend throw yard sale and spend perfect, happy Saturday porch drinking with neighbors and friends. Girl counts proceeds and almost poops pants again: $622.
Week 5: Random friend needs help moving back to LA. Girl crams herself in a fully packed mini-cooper (?!) and drives her friend and friend's dog straight to Orange County, in which she spends one odd Monday night at a Laguna Beach bar and counts seven pairs of fake boobs. Flies back to Seattle to pack up life in five days.
Week 6: Packing, packing, crying, packing, screaming, tearing hair out, packing. Last day at work and then more packing. Last night in town included some poopy weather and a few sad beers at Linda's. Peace out, Seattle.

The morning I left Seattle I was too groggy to be emotional. I woke up at 5 in the morning, shoved a tranquilizer pill down my poor cat's throat, shoved my cat into a carrier and shoved myself and all four suitcases into the car. At the airport, I said goodbye to my boyfriend (he's flying into New York a couple days late 'cause SOMEONE forgot to buy their ticket until last week.), and somehow got all my baggage checked and myself and my cat on the plane.

I landed in New York five hours later and enjoyed a beautiful, holy New York City Sabbath meal: a pink frosted donut and a GIANT iced latte. The Dunkin Donuts lady asked me if I wanted cream (in my latte?!) I decided to say 'yes' to the entire experience. It was gross.

Hello, Brooklyn.