Da nuh nah naaah nuh!

Oh yes -- that is right ladies and gentiles! I have stared into the eyes of the messiah and my heart a burst into flames.

And he "KEEPS A FUCKIN' KNIFE UNDER HIS DESK!"

Pardon my expletive, but I am quoting the great Stephan Colbert himself, after pulling a knife on the audience and letting us know that if we rushed his desk, he would stab us. Watch for us tonight at 11:30 on Comedy Central!

The last few days have involved many brushes with fame. From being fed a KFC Snackwrap directly from the hands of Colbert (after shaking his hand and high-fiving him twice) to watching Katie Holmes, John Lithgow, Dianne Wiest, and Patrick Wilson (watch for him in The Watchmen) autograph Giordana's playbill after a great performance of Aurthur Miller's All My Sons.

One final note: I find more and more I am turning into a New Yorker in that if one more goddamned tourist stops in my path to look at one more goddamned fake gucci bag, or takes a picture of their partner doing some stupid-ass pose in front of the MTV building in Times Square, I will push them onto the street. Take your goddamned picture there. Giordana is narrowing her eyes at me for being so bitter.

Post Scriptum: check out our apartment at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pE2KM57eIE&feature=related

G&G

Edgar was a good rodent...

Today, I took a life. While cooking a few days ago I noticed a little gray blur dart across our floor. After following his tracks like the trained tracker I am (haha), I followed him to our coat closet. He then proceeded to evade my advances, and take cover underneath our stove. What it came down to was me buying some mouse traps this morning. Now, after carousing the selections at our local uptown Brooklyn hardware store I decided to buy three of the classics and two MOUSEDESTROYER5000's. Imagine them as the Bentley of ethical mouse exterminating devices. I'm pretty sure these things would be suited for Mickey Mouse's coffin. Their price tag did lead Giordana to heckle me a bit, but I stood by my decision.

Lo and behold, at ten o'clock at night, I heard the muffled snap of my beloved black box, and our poor mouse (nicknamed Edgar) had been sent to a better place.

Of course, I did use Nutella as bait, so I can't blame him.

The picture posted above is of the former World Trade Center site. I was amazed to see the bustle of construction as opposed to its opposite. It seems that the city is ready to rebuild, and I could not be happier for them. You can check out the new plans at http://www.wtc.com/media/ which has outlines, etc. We went to the memorial museum, and it was a little hard to handle. It's really hard to keep emotions down when you're faced with an entire wall covered in photographs and items of importance all from loved ones to those they had lost. I almost lost it when I saw a bottle of woman's perfume. Yeah, it was a little much.

Reunion!

Today we dropped by our school again, this time to calculate how much time it would take to make it. The consensus was a good hour, and on our way we passed Madison park, which I might add is one of my new favorite places. The squirrels were so domesticated we had to move away from the trees to avoid having them jump us. I blame those damned tourists who feed them. My audition is scheduled for a couple days from now, so my nerves are a little raw. Which is probably what the scientologists we came across in Times Square were picking up on. I was much too busy, however, to stop and have my Thetan level tested. Instead a stop into the flagship Hershey's store and a multi-level McDonald's calmed my nerves and satiated my stomach.


I'm running out of ideas for meals. I always loved to cook, and its not as if I'm limited with my ingredients (we're finding more and more that Costco is a foodie enabler: I can buy so much for so little...) -- it's that I only really have so many tricks up my sleeve. I'm afraid we can only handle so much tuna fish spaghetti...

G and I walked over the Brooklyn bridge today, which was mind blowing for me as it was the return to a spot I visited four years earlier with a totally different crowd. Nostalgia inspired by a bridge and Brooklyn heights. Does it get much more dramatic than that?

Quick Update!

Giordana is a genius.

Time for you to live your NY dreams vicariously through us.

Call it a contest of sorts: you comment on the blog (either here or on facebook [and for records sake, please make sure the post is either here or on the facebook note]) and tell us what you've always wanted to do in NY. Whether it be run through Central Park, or Break Dance in GCS, just keep it legal and possible and Giordana or myself will do it. With photographic evidence of course!

So please send us your ideas! We're overwhelmed with possibilites here and we need some direction!

G&G

Hello Chairman

Another day, another adventure. This time George and I waltzed our way to the Met and ended up fully saturating ourselves with culture before we could even make it off the first floor. Intelligently (in our opinion), we've become associates of the museum so we have an unlimited free reign there. Considering how large it is (and ever changing) we both thought it would be a good investment.
Outside the museum, Georgie talked me into a hot dog (twist my rubber arm, I know). It was the first of the trip and most excellent.


I can't speak for my partner-in-crime, but I think I'm starting to understand the Subway system here. The lines are easy enough -- that's not what I mean. What I'm referring to are the constant performers who will hop into your car at one stop, whip out a tune, and drop their hat. A good trick is to keep your headphones on, but turn off your MP3 player. This way you can enjoy their noise, but avoid awkwardly avoiding them when they walk by with your hat, and you have no change. It's also quite tricky to figure out where you are, when you not only can't understand a damned word the conductor is saying over the loudspeaker, but you also can't see through the wall of people in order to read what stop you're at. Every ride is a transitorial "Hail Mary."

Home sickness still comes in waves, but it's a less common assault. I'm not sure if the video calls on Skype with the folks help, or just make the pain worse. Soon though, we'll be able to call New York our home.

Until then, please send care packages. We really need dishcloths.

Oh, and Balsamic Vinegar. Plain old spinach and olive oil kind of suck.

G&G

We're here!

Well, it's about time we posted I guess. For the lot of you who have been pressuring us to make the announcement, I should remind you that it is difficult to find time to make a blog post when you're running around trying to put yourself together after moving to the entire opposite side of North America.

I should begin with the flight over. It was long, and while the flight from Calgary was first class, it did little to mask the fact that we were both leaving home for quite a while. The wine helped, I guess...

After arriving, our separation anxiety kicked into high gear. The rock hard mattress, cheap polyester sheets, and that one goddamn car alarm, all amounted to very very little sleep for us. The first day, however, saw a great discovery: Costco! Thanks to Google maps, we discovered one down the street and have since lugged at least a couple hundred pounds of memory foam mattress topper, down comforter, 25 lb. rice bags, and over a dozen boxes of pasta home. We're starting to think about bringing our luggage bags into the store to carry all our spoils back.

All in all, everything is great. Our landlady and fellow tenants are all Spanish. In fact, since we have arrived we have seen only two white people walk down our street. What this translates into is: the passionate shouting of fighting lovers at four in the morning, smashed T.V.'s on the street and ex-boyfriends moving out, screaming children, and coming home to a man playing Spanish guitar and singing on the doorstep.

The apartment is smaller than we thought, but we're making it ours. New post up soon, with some pictures of us around NY.

Holyshitholyshitholyshit

With less than thirty days until departure, my anxiety is in full swing. And by anxiety I mean excitement and vice versa. I first wish to welcome any of those on councils which have helped me fund my "big apple endeavor." Secondly, I wish to convey to you the excitement that only a young man can feel, as he walks into a store of suits, and piece by piece builds what will surely be the clothing he wears when he eventually has the pleasure of working a period piece. Oh, and character shoes. It may be an acting thing, but when you walk around in some fancy ass Italian leather shoes, you feel like you could make the stage your bitch. That, and you can't wait to wear them at your first fancy party. But I digress from my original point: Our departure date is very, very close.

It is strange to know that this is my last month in my bed, and my last month of simple fun. I should also note that I am done working, after cooking for months at the local eatery. I was finally able to ditch the joint and am currently lounging around with my friends and family for my final month. You can almost be sure I will be at Giordana's place of work drinking coffee and surfing the internet, so if you do wish to find me you can do so there.

On another note, the boys will be happy to know I have found an Ultimate Frisbee drop in league in central park. So if anyone's up for a game to dust off the old cobwebs, I am more than ready.