Summer in the City

May in New York is the best. I just recently moved back to the city to engineer for the summer while my grad school applications are pending. I've been spending my free time falling in love with the city again.

Restaurants along Hudson Street have their sidewalk tables set up and full of people. The fashionable are out walking their accessorydogs. One dog looked like a boot-size Ewok. I named him Wicket. The West Village is very trendy, eccentric, and a great place for people watching. Why is there an engineering firm here? Summer is also cleavage and back tattoo season, which are two of my favorite seasons.

My apartment is a quick ride on the L train into Brooklyn. It's noisy and I love it. East Williamsburg on the Avenue of Puerto Rico. There's a lot of Spanish around, so I should have some good chances to practice. My roommate and I went to get Mexican food last night. She ordered in Spanglish and Pointing and her order was repeated back to her in Spanglish and Pointing by a girl whom I suspect speaks English pretty well.

I can't sleep for the noise outside. My second-floor window hears everything. Snippets of walk-by conversations and arguments. Motorcycles racing at night. Busses, garbage trucks, and sirens, all with their own insomniating sounds that set off car alarms as they pass. The bright side is that I've been getting to work really early and have been going for morning jogs to explore the neighborhood. The more in-shape I get, the deeper into trendy, Hipster Williamsburg I'll be able to venture. Came across a great park today, but was tired and started back towards home. The gentrification has already started around my apartment, but is still a few good years away.

Gorgeous woman on the L train. Stood next to me as I sat. Looked like Angelina but trendier, with bigger eyes, and without kids and Brad. We have the same iPod. I'd love to know what she was listening to. I bet nobody has ever heard of those bands, but that for once they really are the greatest bands ever. Mesmerized by her thumb ring as it tapped on the metal handrail to an inaudible beat. Copper, gold, and silver. There was a horseshoe but I couldn't make out the rest. I checked my watch to see what she would do. Her bag brushed my leg.

**The spellchecker suggested “inseminating” as an alternative to “insomniating”. Sometimes fake words work better than real ones.