Help You Move Out

As I sip my coffee and eat my breakfast, there’s a kid in his mid to late 20s sitting next to me, totally beside himself letting out a random depressing sigh as he’s going through his phone.  I pretend not to notice, however, after a while, it was really starting to get to me.  Now I know when you sit at the counter in a city diner, you are at the mercy of anyone that sits next to you.  As I take another sip, I hear another sigh, as I take another a bite, I hear another sigh.  This is just too much.

“What’s the matter with you,” I asked as I dropped my fork on the plate.  “I got a phone call from my father earlier this morning that really bummed me out,”  he said, as he goes through his phone.  “Oh yeah, so what’s got you all bummed out,” I asked.  “My father lost his job, he called me to let me know that and that he’s not going to be able to pay for my apartment anymore,” said the kid.  “Pay for your apartment, how old are you,”, I asked.  “I’m 26,” said the kid.  “You’re 26 and your father is paying for your apartment, how old is your father,” I asked.  “He just turned 62,” said the kid.  At this point, I am rather aggravated and I  say “C’mon man, your father is probably looking to settle down anyway, where are you living”?  ” I have a one bedroom in Murray Hill,” he said.  “A one bedroom, really, man you have got to be shitting me, do you work,” I asked.  “Yeah at a coffee shop in Soho, that’s how I get by,” he said.  I started laughing looked down and read my paper.

“I am trying to be an actor,” he said.  “Oh yeah and for how long has this pipe dream been going on,” I asked as I continue to read my paper.  “Ever since I can remember,” he said.  “Where you from originally,” I asked.  “Why,” he asked.  “Because you are definitely not from around here.  You would’ve told me to fuck off as soon as I asked ‘What’s wrong with you’.  Besides, I wanna see if this is one of those I am going to move to New York City and become famous types of stories,” I said.  “I’m from Nebraska,” he said.  “Oh, it’s a midwest story, leaving the midwest to come to New York City, the city where dreams are made, whatever that means.  Yeah, there’s a lot of that going around,” I said.  I started to laugh, then I asked, “Are you any good”?  “You wanna see some of my clips, ” he asked.

Just then the server came over and dropped my bill next to my coffee.  I picked up the bill and looked it over.  I look at the server and asked her “Would you be interested in looking at this kid’s clips”?  “Clips,” she asked.  “Yeah, he’s an actor, trying to live the New York City dream, you know, move here from some small town in the midwest and become famous,” I said.   “Sure,” she responded.

The kid goes through his phone, chooses the clips he wants us to see and puts his phone on the counter.  We gather around and start watching his reel.  I glance at his face and he is so proud of his work.  I look at the servers face and she is watching and showing no sign of any emotion or enthusiasm whatsoever.  After about 15 minutes the show was over.  I looked at the server and she looked at me.

“What do you think,” asked the kid.  “Can I bring you anything else,” the server asked me.  “Yeah, bring me this kid’s check,” I said.  The server walks off.  “So what do you think,” again asked the kid.  Before I could say anything the server came back and dropped the kid’s check next to me.  I handed a bill to her and asked, “Does this cover both”?  She smiles “Enough for you too,” I asked.  She smiles and nods, “Good, then keep the rest,” I said.  The server rushes off.  “Damn, she didn’t even tell me what she thought,” said the kid.  “She feels the same way I feel,” I said.  “How do you know,” he asked.  “She and I are born and raised New York, even better, born and raised Brooklyn.  We can read each other’s thoughts just by facial expressions,” I said.  “Really so what did she think,” he asked.  “You suck, I took care of your check so you can save your money and go back to Nebraska.  Go help out your father.  How long have you been trying to do this acting gig anyway,” I asked.  “I don’t suck and for your information, I’ve only been at this acting gig for 4 years.  What do you know and what does she know, she’s a waitress in a broken-down New York City Diner,” he angrily said.  “I know a hell of a lot and I know that you need to go out and get yourself a real job so you can keep that apartment and stop exploiting your old man, you fucking jerk off, ” I said as I gather the rest of my things.  “I don’t need to do any of that, I’ll just talk to my landlord and ask him for some help,” he said.  “The only help your landlord is going to give you is help moving out and if you show him your acting reel, he’ll throw you out you lemon,” I said.

At that moment the kid stormed out of the diner.  A few moments later the server came back.

“So what’s on your agenda today, ” she asked.  “I’ve just been inspired to write an article today,” I said.  “Great, what inspired you?  I hope it wasn’t that kid’s acting because he sucks, he’s terrible,” she said.  “Funny, I told him the same thing and  he told me that he doesn’t,” I said.  “Really,” she exclaimed.  We both had a good laugh and went about our day.

Library in SOHO

The library on Jersey street in SOHO is absolutely ridiculous.  The first floor is laid out nicely, however there is nowhere to really sit because the room fills up quickly.  I look at one of the counter people and she looks at me then quickly looks away.  I walk over to her “Can I help you?” she asks in an aggravating tone because she realized she made eye-contact with me and now she actually has to help me.  “Yeah, is there anywhere else to sit?” I asked. “Yes.” she replied then looks down.  “May I ask where or is that classified?” I asked.  “Two flights down.” she replies as she rolls her eyes at me.  “Thank you, is there something wrong with your eyes?” I asked.  “No why?” she asked back.  “No reason, you should really get that fixed.” I said back to her.  “Get what fixed?” she asked in a nasty tone.  “Your attitude.” I said, as I walked away towards the stairs.

Now for the ridiculous.  The lower level is the children’s level or glorified daycare.  Kids are running around, with no type of order or supervision at all.  Mothers standing around with their lattes bashing their husbands to each other, as they compliment each other’s outfit and secretly hate on each other.  It’s the usual SOHO activity, each one wearing their sense of entitlement like a badge, as if they own the place or if they’re at a private club socializing.  I continue down the next flight to the basement where the apparent adult section is located.

Both rooms in the adult section are full.  I walked around and arrive at a section that was completely empty.  I sat down and unpacked my bag.  30 seconds into unpacking, I am immediately approached by a librarian.  She told me that I had to move because I am too old to be in the teen section.  Glancing at my watch, the time was 10:45 am.  Now what teen in their right mind is going to be at a library 10:45 in the morning on a school-day(cutters, maybe, I don’t even know if that term exists anymore)?

As I finish repacking, I go back into one of the adult rooms which got even more crowded.  People sitting around pretending to look at their cellphones and laptops.  Meanwhile, all they’re doing is sleeping.  “I’m done.” I said to myself.  I begin my trek back up to the the main floor, I see one of the library employees and asked where the restroom is.  She pointed around the corner.  I walked around the corner and was confronted by a massive line of an interesting demographic waiting to use the restroom.  A line consisting of homeless, library regulars and tourists smiling.  This line isn’t going to work so I head to the stairs.

I come around the stairs and back into the children’s section and notice that it’s empty.  No screaming kids or certified gourmet coffee sippers.  I also see a restroom, no line.  “May I help you?” says a voice from behind me.  I turn around and asked to use the restroom and of course it’s only for children.  I respect the fact that there is a restroom for children only.  Children should have a safe restroom to use.  However, just as I’m about to turn around to the stairs, I witness a grown man coming out of the restroom.  He walks by, says “Thank you.” to her, then heads upstairs.

Conclusion:

“For children only, huh” I said eyeing her.  “Well he…” “Don’t even try it” I said as I interrupted her.  I finish my ascension up the stairs and I’m back to the main floor and you guessed it, it’s empty.  I walk over, unpack and have a seat.  Just as I am logging in to start this article, I realize I still have to pee. Really!!?

Parking Tap

So here I am, in the heart of Downtown Brooklyn and as usual, looking for parking.  Of course there is no parking, however, one space did just open right in front of me, which I can’t believe.  Now we have all been on  the delivering and receiving end of a parallel park.  If you haven’t then keep reading and learn a little something.

I say “delivering and receiving” because  we all delivered the tap and we received a tap from someone else.  I get into position and I start doing the dreaded parallel park into a miniscule space.  I back in and pull forward.  All is well, however I appear to be a little far for my standard of parking, especially for a native.  After pulling back a little more I pull forward and I tap the guy in front of me.  Since it was a slight tap, normally people usually don’t make a big deal about it.  However, if you tap a nice car there might be a little static.  It’s Brooklyn, everyone taps a bumper here and there.

The guy I tapped doesn’t have the same  philosophy, therefore he decides to get out and take a look at his bumper.  He then looks at me and I give a friendly wave of apology to him.  I look at his plate and see he is from Florida. He has one of those “Save the Manatee” plates.  He glares at me and I crack my window slightly open.  He approaches with his hands out at his side and I ask “You having a bad day”? “I am now” he replies.  I ask “How long you’ve been living here”? “Couple of months” was his response.  “You’ll get used to it” as I jokingly say with a smile.  “It’s nothing to smile about” he says as he continues to glare at me.

At this point I can see he’s not letting up so I decide to get out of my car very carefully and say “My man you are going to have a lot of bad days around here because that’s all people do, we tap each other’s cars most of the time. You’re just heated because you happen to be in your car when it took place.  Don’t make a big deal about it.  Go about your business and think of the Manatees, what would they do in this situation” as he continues to glare at me and I glare back at him.

Parking Tap You Me NYC

Before he could say anything else, I continued with “We wouldn’t want the Manatees to lose a contributor, due to a sudden disability would we? You can never be too careful around here”.  He continued to glare and I glared right back at him, also keeping an eye on his hands just in case he tried to take a swing.

Conclusion:

What’s hilarious about this situation is that this guy got all bent out of shape over a tap on the back bumper of his “Toyota Rav 4” a car that can take a tap.  The lesson learned, is not to take a tap too seriously.  Also be careful, a slight tap could be someone looking to start something.  As far as Mr. Manatee is concerned, I am guessing he is not long for Brooklyn.  One of those moments that make you say Really!!?.

Mythical Dances of the Shakti Wellness Workshop

Event Description

Celebrate the power of your Divine Feminine Shakti energy in a 2-hour workshop that is dedicated to guide you to realize and actualize your dreams through Sacred Movement, Cosmic Sound and Universal Breath. Together we will create and cultivate a loving space to embody self-awareness and creativity.Mythical Dances of the Shakti Wellness Workshop You Me NYC

Date & Time

Sat, October 13, 2018
4:30 PM – 6:30 PM EDT

Location

Mark Morris Dance Group
3 Lafayette Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11217

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Organizers Arianna Al Tiye & Dianne Scott

Arianna is an International Ethnic Folkloric Dancer of East Afrikan descent who has taught, studied and performed here and abroad for over 20 years. She specializes in the sacred art form of belly dance as a healing modality to empower women of all ages. Her teachings of pelvic spirals, ribcage lifts, hip shimmies and undulations help to strengthen the natural feminine essence.

Dianne Scott is an African Dancer and Certified Yoga Teacher for over 20 years who has taught, studied and performed dance throughout the African Diaspora. She specializes in embodying movement, Reiki and sound vibration with gentle yoga practices to develop body-awareness, build self-esteem and improve overall heath and wellbeing.

Ride Share

So here I am taking advantage of a semi new ride-share company in New York City.  Not like we don’t have enough ride-shares in the city, however that’s just my opinion.  However, I really like this particular service, it’s like a glorified bus.  We are in one of those six passenger Mercedes vans going up and down the avenues picking up and dropping people off.

It’s Monday morning and of course the mood of the passengers is “shitty”.  No one wants to talk, they just want to get to their destination and start another miserable day at a job they don’t particularly like.  What I find comical are the passengers that feel this service is specifically and only for them.  You know whom I am talking about.  I classify them as the “Entitled Ones”.  The ride is never complete unless one of them gets on and huffs and puffs because we make a stop to pick up or drop off before their destination.

As we are making a stop, no one wants to move for her.  This is why I sit in the back so I don’t have to move.  Anyway, no one wants to move.  The passenger sitting closest to the door had the nerve to ask her to go around.  I said to myself, “You have to be kidding me, yeah, let’s have her go around into on-coming traffic because no one wants to move over one seat”.  Before I could say anything the young lady said it herself “How bout you move over so I can get in and we stop delaying everyone’s commute, it’s not like your ass is made of gold”?

Coming from a true New Yorker right there and I love it.  Everyone shifted a seat and she got on.  As she sat down she looked at everyone and said “That wasn’t so hard was it” and my response “No not at all sometimes people and asses are one of the same” as I looked directly over at the jerk who asked her to go around.

 

 

Summer Rental

So here I am, in an overrated and overpriced coffee house, having a conversation with a lovely lady which I can’t avoid, about how her husband rents her the same house, each summer in the Hamptons.  I also get to hear how it’s just for her and her girlfriends only, no husbands(lucky husbands).

I asked her if it is rented for the whole summer and she replied “Absolutely, I can’t just go for a few days”.  She then looked at me, as the typical “Entitled Ones” usually do, as if I am a peasant walking by her manor.  I don’t know what could’ve come over me to ask such a question.

I asked her another question as we’re patiently waiting for our 6 dollar cups of coffee.  I asked, how often she goes to Long Island for the summer and her response was “Oh, I don’t go to Long Island at all, I only go to the Hamptons”.  I furrowed my brow and walked over to the pickup area as my name was called for the small fortune I spent on a mediocre cup of “Joe”.  Really!!?

Nassau Chapter # 718 Sweetheart Soiree

Join us for a night of romance and wine and all things lovely and divine at our  Valentine’s Sweetheart Soiree Tuesday, February 6th, 2018.Nassau Chapter 718 Sweetheart Soiree

Complimentary Admission
RSVP by February 5th 
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There will be Music, Karaoke Appetizers & Mimosas we’d like to share because love is floating in the air! 
Make your reservation : 
516-362.0997
Luxury Spa Day being raffled off that evening.

Baldwin Masonic Temple
754 Prospect Street
Baldwin, NY 11510

Happy Holidays

On behalf of myself and the staff of “You Me NYC”, have a wonderful Holiday and a Safe New Year.Happy Holidays 2017Looking forward to seeing and hearing from you all in 2018!!!  Thank you all for your support!!!

Anthony Pepperelli

Little Known Facts About Queens



Queens, a misunderstood borough, mostly because people just pretty much know this borough for three reasons, LaGuardia airport, JFK airport and Citi Field(home of the “Mets”).  However, what most people don’t know, is that the borough of Queens is named after an actual queen.  Queens is named after Queen Catherine of Branganza who was the wife of King Charles the II.  Catherine was born in Portugal and she was wed to Charles back when the British colony was established in New York.

Astoria Queens is the home of one of the world’s finest pianos.  Steinway and Sons, one of the most if not the most famous piano manufacturers calls its home there, for the past 100 years.  The first grand and upright pianos were crafted in Astoria back in 1853.  Tours are given all the time at this astonishing facility.

Famed music performers the “Ramones”, first started to rehearse in a small studio in the basement of Joey’s mom’s art gallery in Flusing.  A few other music legends  that also lived in Queens are John Williams, Tony Bennett, Simon and Garfunkel, Gene Simmons, and Paul Stanley from the band “Kiss”.  Cyndi Lauper, Daniel “Dee” Snider, along with rappers and Hip Hop performers, Ja Rule, 50 Cent, Nas, Nicki Minaj, LL Cool J,  and Run DMC, were residents as well.  Jazz legend Louis Armstrong called Queens home up to his last days, his house is now a museum.

With over 2 million residents, Queens is the most diverse borough out of its’ rival boroughs.  If Queens were to secede from New York City and go back to being an individual city before it joined New York City, it would be the 5th largest city in the United States.  Queens has about 400,000 less people than Chicago.  With that being said, Queens is more than just the borough that houses two of the top ten worst but not the worst airports in the country and home to the “Mets”, Queens has a very rich and dynamic demographic and quite a bit of history that was barely touched in this article.  Get out and enjoy Queens for a change maybe go to a Mets game or one of the numerous museums as well.

Flushing Meadows Park Queens