Hurricane Sandy Re-Chubs Chubby Jones

Well here’s my Hurricane Sandy update for you all – it’s been an interesting time and now that I have power and a toilet that flushes, I feel as though I have lived to tell the tale.

The roommates and I made sure to get provisions for a few days but for some reason we decided to eat at last half of them on the first night of being holed up in our apartment. The good news was, we still had power and were able to get through the first night by watching movies in between stuffing our faces.

The next morning started out alright – we all headed out to get a few more supplies to keep us hydrated, candlelit and fatter than ever. We started the movies up again and at 7pm our movie marathon ended abruptly when the power was cut. After repeatedly chanting, “Shit! What the hell do we do without TV and computers! What did people do in ye olden days?!” we lined back up for more food, lit some candles and tried unsuccessfully to fill our bathtubs with water in case our supply was cut off. It turns out even with two lesbians under one roof, our MacGuyver skills proved to be very shitty and all of our hard tub-filling work went down the drain very literally just as soon as we started.


Thankfully, we were all able to hold the worst of it in for two full days. During those days we continued to eat, sleep, get completely mental for a little bit before giving up and taking a walk around the block every few hours and spent a lot of time playing a really fun game called “Telephone Pictionary”, where you each start by writing a common phrase, song lyric, person – basically something that might be fun to draw and not terribly difficult for someone else to guess on a general level. Then you pass the paper on to the next person who draws whatever you wrote; they fold over the original text and hand their drawing to the next person who then writes down their guess for what the drawing is. This text gets passed to the next person who then draws what that last person guessed and so on. When it gets back to the original person the results are read and are generally pretty funny. I learned that I am a much better artist when I can’t see whatever the hell I’m trying to draw. This is good to know and I might add it to my resume.

We ended up losing our water on Monday night and boy could we have really used some of that tub water. Who knew it took so much water to fill the back of your toilet tank and allow it to flush? Certainly not any of us. I ended up getting to desperate that I filled it with some pre-made bottles of Crystal Lite water I had made for our adventure. The toilet looked like a horror film for a while but thankfully it helped with the flushing. By the end of the night last night – the apartment started smelling like the day after a frat party on a hot summer day and that meant it was time for us to think about abandoning ship. I had saved my computer power for emergency phone charging and thankfully it worked.

Where the magic happened

Our kitchen: Where most of the magic happened and no bite was left behind.

Hurricane Sandy List of Events in our apartment

Our roomie Michelle very wisely suggested we paint one wall into a chalkboard a few weeks ago. This came in handy to capture most of our moments from the storm for the first two days.

This morning, my three roommates and I ventured out to find a bus to bring us to any household that would take us with power and most importantly WATER TO TAKE SHOWERS AND FLUSH FLUSH FLUSH. My cousin’s family welcomed me in and I am happy to say my layer of filth has been removed. I also got two cute kids to play with and a dog to cuddle as an extra bonus to this couch-surfing situation.

I feel very fortunate that the scariest part of this storm for me was looking at the scale this morning and discovering how much weight I put on in four days (seriously horrifying). I hope everyone else out here in New York and anyone else effected by the storms is doing well and staying safe.

NYC Day 1: Mia Takes Manhattan

Well, I made it. After a lifetime of dreaming of moving to New York, I’m here. And I’m blonde. My scalp is a bit red and scarred by the experience – but I’m putting on my best Robyn face and saying Konichiwa bitches!

Konichiwa Bitches!

I definitely cried a bit while hugging my family and friends farewell for a while. After telling me that “Growing old isn’t for sissies,” my grandma went a step further and told me (in less words) that she isn’t as sensitive as I am and wouldn’t be crying while dropping me off at the airport.

My awesome grandma

Well, that’s me, a sensitive Sally. But, as sensitive as I am, I know I’m tough as hell and ready to get down to some serious business. Everyone thinks New Yorkers are so tough and mean – I’ve already gotten two compliments from old men about my hairdo while walking around the new hood. Sure, they aren’t exactly my target demo, but I’ll take it damn it.

My friend Michelle, who is one of my roommates, met me outside of our building and today we took a little walk around the neighborhood. Lower Manhattan is very cute, especially at night when there aren’t a ton of people walking around taking pictures or in business suits. We’re basically in the Financial District by Wall Street and Ground Zero. I took a little walk in the afternoon yesterday and came across a lovely fountain:

Fountain in the financial district

And some art? I mean, ART!Geriatric art?

There’s a Duane Reede across the street and a 24-hour CVS around the corner. As if my love of random school supplies, gum and whatever seasonal items are on clearance weren’t satiated enough, there are two discount stores selling the most random home goods you could imagine nearby. But wait for it – there’s also an Ikea I can go to by ferry and they’ll deliver everything to your place for $99 no matter how much you buy. Fukenbuyen everything, motherfuckers!

Our place is really nice and it’s bigger than I had expected – which is a great thing since I was worried about needing to literally sleep on top of or inside of my suitcase. My room is pretty darn small though and my closet is basically our coat closet by the entryway, but I’m alright with it. My lesbian instincts for crafting things has kicked in and I have plans for how I’ll deal with the lack of space. My other two roommates are really nice and I have a feeling the tall gay dude and I are going to be great friends – particularly when I need things from top shelves or if he drops something. Also, I hear he’s really chill and watches Jeopardy. We’re practically soulmates.

So far I’ve gotten in touch with a few friends and a handful of my publicity contacts to set up times to meet up. Next Friday I’ll be meeting up with one of my contacts for a drink and then headed to one of her artist’s concerts. I have no clue what kind of music this band plays besides it being a little emo…I’ll have to buy some black nail polish in advance. Tonight, I’m meeting up with one of my bffs from college, Melanie, and her fiancee, Alan, but not before heading to my favorite lesbian bar in New York, The Cubby Hole. It’s also the only lesbian or gay bar I’ve been to in New York and it’s around the corner from Melanie’s place.

So, so far so good and I’m excited to start this next (hopefully very long) chapter of my life. I feel like it’s probably only fitting since my first day here was actually my dad’s birthday. So, happy birthday dad, I hope that your dreams for me come true.