See below for my top picks of DVF's fall 2010 ready-to-wear collection and read below for a recap of my first night in the city of brotherly love...
So this has been my first weekend in Philly and I just wrapped up my first day at Urban Outfitters. Job = amazing. Me getting used to my new life in the city of brotherly love = not-so-much.
In true made-for-TV style my first night in my new apartment was interesting to say the least. The movers and super have left and I'm antsy in my new spacious 1-bedroom apartment, which is a far cry from my teeny-tiny studio in Chelsea, which I had oddly grown to love. Was it possible to have too much space? Alas, I decided to take my New York City missin' self for a walk. I grabbed my Louis, threw on my snowboots and long puffy black coat, and headed for the door.
After an hour of aimlessly walking the streets of Center City, I decided it was time to head back 'home'. Slipping and sliding back to my place, I couldn't help but let my inner New York cynic out... why was it so quiet? How come there were no people out? How come everything seemed to be closed? Did I really just see everything Philly had to offer in my late afternoon stroll?
I open my first door and dredge down the long corridor to my apartment door. I take out my shiny new keys and insert it into the lock... swoosh-swoosh... but no click. I jimmy the key in the door again... swoosh-swoosh, but no click. "Are you SERIOUS?!" I shout to myself.
FML.
I am locked out of my place. "Hmm... maybe I can break-in..." I begin scheming. I opened the door to the area outside where we put our trash... it leads to the alley way inbetween our buildings. I schlep over to where my living room window is (mind you there had been a mini blizzard and it snow-caked out there).
I don't know what I was thinking.
I made a feeble attempt to open the window screen, but who did I think I was? MacGyver? With my tail between my legs I walk by to the door and alas, that door is locked too! Who knew it would lock behind you once you closed it? So there I was. Locked out of my apartment AND locked out of my building. It was just me, 5 feet of snow and ice, and the trash.
FML.
I shimmied underneath the fire escape stairs and through the unsholved mountains of snow to only encounter yet another locked door. "Ha!" I thought to myself, "this time I will be the victor!" I could actually open this door. I unbolted the lock, mustered all my strength and flung open the stubborn door. I proceeded to meander through the piles of snow in the back alley, praying I wouldn't be mistaken for a good-time girl and then made my way to freedom to the other side of my building.
Defeated, I walked back to the front of my building and entered the front door and then slowly walked through the long corridor again. I sat on the hard, cold floor in front of my door and my little numb fingers dialed my super's number. He'd be there in 10...
To be continued...
So this has been my first weekend in Philly and I just wrapped up my first day at Urban Outfitters. Job = amazing. Me getting used to my new life in the city of brotherly love = not-so-much.
In true made-for-TV style my first night in my new apartment was interesting to say the least. The movers and super have left and I'm antsy in my new spacious 1-bedroom apartment, which is a far cry from my teeny-tiny studio in Chelsea, which I had oddly grown to love. Was it possible to have too much space? Alas, I decided to take my New York City missin' self for a walk. I grabbed my Louis, threw on my snowboots and long puffy black coat, and headed for the door.
After an hour of aimlessly walking the streets of Center City, I decided it was time to head back 'home'. Slipping and sliding back to my place, I couldn't help but let my inner New York cynic out... why was it so quiet? How come there were no people out? How come everything seemed to be closed? Did I really just see everything Philly had to offer in my late afternoon stroll?
I open my first door and dredge down the long corridor to my apartment door. I take out my shiny new keys and insert it into the lock... swoosh-swoosh... but no click. I jimmy the key in the door again... swoosh-swoosh, but no click. "Are you SERIOUS?!" I shout to myself.
FML.
I am locked out of my place. "Hmm... maybe I can break-in..." I begin scheming. I opened the door to the area outside where we put our trash... it leads to the alley way inbetween our buildings. I schlep over to where my living room window is (mind you there had been a mini blizzard and it snow-caked out there).
I don't know what I was thinking.
I made a feeble attempt to open the window screen, but who did I think I was? MacGyver? With my tail between my legs I walk by to the door and alas, that door is locked too! Who knew it would lock behind you once you closed it? So there I was. Locked out of my apartment AND locked out of my building. It was just me, 5 feet of snow and ice, and the trash.
FML.
I shimmied underneath the fire escape stairs and through the unsholved mountains of snow to only encounter yet another locked door. "Ha!" I thought to myself, "this time I will be the victor!" I could actually open this door. I unbolted the lock, mustered all my strength and flung open the stubborn door. I proceeded to meander through the piles of snow in the back alley, praying I wouldn't be mistaken for a good-time girl and then made my way to freedom to the other side of my building.
Defeated, I walked back to the front of my building and entered the front door and then slowly walked through the long corridor again. I sat on the hard, cold floor in front of my door and my little numb fingers dialed my super's number. He'd be there in 10...
To be continued...