Blogging from the Big Apple

Some of my friends have accused me of abandoning my belief system by moving out of Astoria. To that I argue, I have made this move for you, my devoted readers.*

*This is a lie. I'm moving for solely for myself. However, there will be several couches available for houseguests (as long as said houseguests follow my blog and don't wet the bed.)


While I will fondly remember the time I spent in my 2-room studio in Queens, when I take residence in Murray Hill this weekend, my geographic location alone makes me instantly more qualified to be musing about Manhattan. In fact, I'm gonna go out on a limb and promise more entertaining posts.

One reason for this vow is my new super awesome roomate. Her and I see eye-to-eye on most things in life, and all things related to booze. We haven't officially moved in, but our fridge already contains several Bud Light tall boys, a few Diet Dr. Peppers stolen from the office, and some leftover wings and nachos from Dukes. We firmly believe that many of life's adventures can be improved with a splash of alcohol. Our conversations go something like this:


-"Wanna get started on painting the living room?"
-"Should we go on a beer run first?"
-"I'll grab the keys, you get the elevator."

In addition to my new partner in crime, we live on one of the best blocks in NYC. There, I said it. Being a stone's throw from the most potent margaritas at Rio Grande, the best Sunday Funday football special at McFadden's, $2 PBR's at Brother Jimmy's, and a few short blocks from Two-For Tuesdays at Opal, I'm fairly confident that sobriety will be at a minimum.

Moreover, I will be saving $89 per month by not purchasing an unlimited ride metro card, as I can walk to my office in 7 minutes flat. This money will be directly funneled to my bar tabs.

Oh yea, the view from Penthouse-C includes the Empire State Building.

NBD.

Not only are there plenty of places to engage in debauchery on the east side, but our proximity to the shuttle at Grand Central makes the west side bar scene exponentially more accessible. I'll be regaling you with tales of topless sluts at Bourbon Street, beer pong victories at Jake's Dilemma and the Gin Mill, and other such UWS shenanigans.

And so begins a new era in the metropolitan musings blog.

(That is, if a new era can really begin after only 2 months).