Either I’m just clumsy, or New York hates me.
First, I hit my head while getting in to the cab. I tried not to look at it as an omen and just the result of misjudgment on my part.
Today, I smashed my finger on the gate of the elevator. It’ one of those old school elevators. It has a gate and a single door (like you’d use to open your bedroom or house). It’s a hassle, especially when you have your luggage with you.
I almost cried — form the pain, frustration and home-sickness — in the cab, but reminded myself that it would smear my mascara.
The past day and a half hasn’t been all bad. I presented a paper on UC admissions with my co-worker in a roundtable format, met up with some friends and didn’t get lost. Later, I had dinner with Sean, watched Lost and narrowly beat my host at Rock Band (actually, it was a draw, but I did beat him at the last song, Creep). I left Harlem for Union Square where the Hispanic Special Interest Group of the AERA was hosting a party. I saw friends I rarely (if ever) see at UCLA and met some new people.
I hope the next few days here are injury free.
Cross your fingers.
8 thoughts on “Clumsy in NY”
I destroyed you during Yeah Yeah Yeahs “Maps”. When I come to La, we’ll have a rematch.
have you gone to crumbs yet?
head to the magnolia bakery for a homemade cupcake and latte…among my favorite places to slow down and catch my breath in nyc 🙂
you must try a hot dog from the street vendors.
but, i’m clumsy everywhere. at least you don’t have that to worry about.
Awwww… At least you didn’t get hurt while in my presence.
Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m training for the re-match. I was playing Guitar Hero at home on Sunday. I got a 97% on a song (forgot the title) on the hard level. Go me.
No Crumbs for me. I did have a cupcake from Buttercup. I didn’t really like it, and I spilled hot chocolate on my jeans and the floor in the lobby of my hotel. Oops. Seanathan was there to witness my clumsiness.
Alas, no Magnolia either. I slowed down by simply heading back to my hotel room.
No hot dog. I actually started to feel kinda sick when I was out and about or heading to the conference. All the smells (hot dogs included) made me feel queasy.
I was cool until Friday when I spilled hot chocolate on my jeans. Luckily, I didn’t burn myself.
The hot chocolate incident (see above) occurred a little while after our lunch. At least a crane wasn’t involved. Yikes.
you didn’t call me when you were here!!!!