We stayed with Jack's old friend, who's a fancy schmancy investment banker in midtown. He has a nice apartment. Listening to the couple fighting next door was not so nice. Here's how their fights usually went:
"MICHAEL, YOU'RE A FUCKING SHIT!"
"Please, stop yelling."
"FUCK YOU, I'M SICK OF IT. I DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE!"
"WHY DON'T WE GET A FUCKING DIVORCE THEN?!"
*more yelling, doors slamming, followed by more yelling, etc.*
We waited very patiently for them to stop so we could sleep. I got tired of waiting and stumbled around in the dark for my earplugs.
A few thoughts about NYC:
1. Everything is FLAT. No Divisadero hills, woo hoo!
2. Manhattan is like a giant Nob Hill without the Hill, with varying degrees of students, hipsters, ivy league-y folk, rich ladies wearing fur coats, etc.
3. Public transportation beats the pants off Muni.
4. The hot breed of dog there is the bulldog. Those stout little cuties were everywhere!
5. There are lots of kids there - I guess San Francisco is just anti-children and pro-dog.
Here's a before and after picture outside of the apartment window, one day after the blizzard.
I can't wait to go back, preferably in the spring or fall because I've only gone in the summer and now winter - the worst times to go weather-wise.
