The golden age begins

It's been an exhausting weekend, but the wife is pretty much moved in to our NY apartment. We're still lacking a few things, namely a more comfortable bed and a dining table. We're thinking that we might do it Korean style, with a futon on the floor and a low coffee table to have dinner cross-legged in the middle of the studio.

Alicia Keys filmed a video right under our apartment window. Evidently this kind of thing happens alot. I've heard the song before, Unbreakable? I don't know much about Alicia Keys, but I was surprised to see that she was no skinny model; she was thick thighed and filled out.

Anyway, yeah, New York. So many pretty girls, and so many expensive jeans, purses, and watches. You know, I'm not falling in love with it. I feel a strong knee-jerk reaction to it, actually. I'm thinking that if I do end up living there, I'll sport denim shorts and bright hawaiian shirts, and wear a timex. Or maybe I'll just dress like I do to work, buttoned-down plaids and relaxed-fit jeans. Your fashion doesn't look that cool multiplied a million times! I've had enough of your faded shirts and processed denim! I especially hate your aviator glasses!