The Bad, the Ugly and the Good

Sunday I had quite the adventure. After having an overpriced coffee and brioche with my boyfriend at Le Pain Quitidien, I jogged through the rain and made the long journey to my parent's house in Schmersey. After five years of waiting, my friend and I finally visited his grandmother's storage facility. Ten years ago, she got evicted from her Washington Heights apartment when people learned she didn't live there full time. The place was essentially storage - books and clothes accumulated by his grandfather, a pack rat. We were both convinced that we'd find interesting objects and that there was a great story somewhere in the mess.

Two hours later, we arrived to the storage facility. We opened the garage-like door to reveal boxes stacked 10 high and about 6 deep, about 20 black garbage backs thrown on the floor and old suitcases miscellaneously parked on the floor. We ripped open the boxes with our keys. Books. More books. Books. More books. All from the Strand, still with their $1 price tags on. Occasionally we found potential: a box of old Life Magazines and a box full of old letters. But for the most part, it was overwhelming and slightly disappointing. Furthering our doubt in finding anything of value, my friend's grandmother was convinced the movers had already taken the valuables while they cleaned her apartment.

After an hour of searching we finally gave up and headed into the city to see Avatar. We found a parking spot 8 blocks away from the Kip's Bay theater and proceeded to half jog through the miserable rain, laughing through the slightly painful run. About two blocks away from the theater, while walking, a guy coming towards me grabs my umbrella and twists a side, breaking the a metal piece and consequently, breaking my umbrella. The Ugly. I'm more bothered that someone decided to break my umbrella purely out of evil than the fact that my umbrella is actually broken. Who does that?!

We met up with my bf and finally headed into Avatar. The Good. The movie was amazing. The movie industry has entered the world of 3D. The film was not only entertaining and had a broad appeal, but it's message about the environment was clear and moving; we need to respect all living creatures and their habitats because in the end, we're all interconnected. We finished off the night at a nearby diner, eating chicken fingers while watching the Golden Globes. A perfect ending to a crazy, rainy Sunday.