This was me with my BRAND NEW CAR in August. My brother arranged for me to buy it through a site called carsdirect.com. They negotiate everything for you and according to the bro, they have been shown to get the best price when studied by experts. Since I never bought a car before and really hate the hassle, and feel I have enough on my plate to take care of already I went with whatever he offered and I bought my Nisson Versa at some g-d aweful dealership in Jersey City, NJ.
Her name is Pearl!
Well, today I had to move her because I live in NYC, land of alternate side parking and metered parking. Even though it is a holiday here in the United States, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, if you are parked at a meter you still have to pay. Alternate side has been suspended.
Well, since I parked near the subway to go on my date this Saturday night, and since I drank alcohol on that date, I had to walk home from the bar, that was in my neighborhood (-- for which I DID NOT INVITE MY DATE BACK TO FOR SEX - see earlier post if you are confused about this statement)--to my apartment. That meant at some point I had to go get the car and drive it closer to my apartment before the weekend was over.
Being somewhat of a procrastinator, especially when it is winter I waited until late Sunday night to go get the car. I wore my long john underwear bottoms, a sweater top, a hoody jacket, socks, muckluck boots, winter coat, knit hat, gloves, undies of course and I ventured out. The bus stops right outside my building and drives right past where I parked near the subway. How bad could this be, right?
I waited about five minutes for that stupid bus to show up around 9PM last night. I was hopping around to keep warm. Also waiting for the bus was this cute guy who I caught staring at me doing this. He was looking at me like "what a dork that girl is" for hopping around and then all of a sudden I saw him doing the same thing, although a little more muted. HA! I saw you golden boy. You looked like a dork just like me!
By the time the bus came, I could not feel my fingers anymore.
When I got to my car and drove it the one mile back to my apartment there were no regular spots to park the car. It's freaking sub temperature cold out and I can't find a spot to put Pearl. Poor Pearl. She is so pretty. And she has to endure this cold weather outside because I can't afford to pay for off street parking. And now there are no regular non-metered spots available. I find myself following the SUV ahead of me also searching for a spot. I am scewed!
After about 15 minutes of driving I found a metered spot. I don't have to pay until 9:30AM Monday morning. It is across the street from my apartment. Done! Success. By the time I make it out of my car and back to my building I can't feel my fingers again. Thank g-d I have good heat in my apartment, unlike Drowsey.
But alas, I must move the car again in the morning...which I just did.
My fingers still hurt and I have been back home for at least 45 minutes. Even my feet hurt. I love NY. I hate the cold. But as Drowsey writes on her post today, I feel blessed for the things I do have. It ain't much but I am blessed.
I have a cute apartment in a great neighborhood and the heat is fantastic. I have good neighbors that don't bother me or make tons of noise. I have a great cat, Olivia, who is almost 17 years old! I have a warm bed and clothes on my back. I am building my career and doing work I love. I have amazing blog friends who welcomed me in the WARMEST of ways in such a short period of time! What could be better than that?????