Just when I thought I was going to have to sleep under my cubicle, disperse my clothes amongst my various friends, and purchase a gym membership so I could shower (and workout, naturally), I found an apartment. This time next week I will not be homeless.
Another bright spot in my week: I scored presale tickets to the June shows of my favorites, the Avett Brothers, at the Fillmore at Irving Plaza. 2 nights, and I'm going to both. (I've taken to signing up for as many mailing lists for my favorite bands, stores, etc. so I am notified of any promotions and coupons. Worked well this time- the presale was sold out by the end of the day.)
I'm constantly on the prowl of ways to make extra money. In my exhaustive Craigslist search for additional jobs, I once found a post entitled NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY. Obviously, I was intrigued; with such a heading, heavy lifting and a cursory knowledge of Polish were probably not employment prereqs. Turns out: the listing wanted people to be trained TO PICK LICE OUT OF SCALPS. (Whose scalps? Who knows? Who CARES?!?) Needless to say, I did not reply, but that doesn't mean my financial inventiveness ends there.
I'm likethisclose to organizing my New York friends and me into a singing group in the Union Square subway station. You think I'm kidding, but one glass of wine in on an empty stomach, watch me demand a demonstration of their octave range to see who's soprano, bass, or who should stand there in a moderately low-cut top mouthing "watermelon" while dinging the triangle. "There is money to be made; let's seize this, ladies!" First stop, 23rd Street, second: Carnegie Hall! (Feel free to insert jazz hands and hip swivel here.)
So I haven't yet told my friends about my grand plan, and I'm fairly certain permits are necessary for this sort of endeavor, but that hasn't stopped me from plotting our set list...and maybe demonstrating my own musical prowess on the selections while alone. I always love telling my friends what music they should be listening to, whether they like it or not, so here's a sampling of our future a cappella arrangements.
I highly suggest you check these out. If you notice, most of these rely heavily on instrumental accompaniments. Unfortunately for us, no one has any discernable musical talents so we will become very intimately acquainted with the glockenspiel. You can find me in the back singing "olive juice" and shaking the maracas. Requests always accepted.
One aspiring journalist's guide to surviving Manhattan on a less than, ahem, fruitful income. In a shifting industry. During the recession. So why the obscure allusion to a marginally known film with a pimp / aspiring rapper protagonist? This reference is only fitting as we both are from Memphis with Big Dreams, but FYI, I do not dabble in prostitution. So if you have different expectations, please visit elsewhere. I can only promise you my contrived quips, financial tips, and an organ or two if the price is right.
