Eating Pickles

By the way, the titles are meant to be read as the answer to "Where is AP?" "Oh, eating pickles." etc.

At a wedding recently, I discovered a tub of pickles which I did not do justice to. It is a glorious creation of brine and cucumber. I think I had at least a dozen, maybe two. I highly suggest investing in one if you get married and have invited me.

New York

I am currently a fresh tranplant to New York. I have already found myself cursing out tourists and bustling about. As of yet, I do not have access to my apartment and no address (curiously, you need an address to get a PO box) but its beginning to set in that I live here now.

Some observations: women here have to have both hands occupied with some combination of the following - coffee, dog leash, shopping bag, phone, man, or purse. Both hands. Swinging wildly.

I'm not clear where the money goes, but somehow it gets spent at a much more rapid clip here than anywhere else. Also, even though I've given up coffee, I find myself drinking copious amounts in The City. No idea why.

Its fun and there is a lot of life and character, especially in Brooklyn where I'm staying. I hope at some point I stop looking like a tourist.