Only in New York City...

I have been blogging a lot lately. Why? I don't know. It's not like anything that great is going on with my life. And it's not like this is apart of my job like it used to be in Atlanta. So I'm going to cut back to 2 or 3 blogs a week. But before I slow my role I'm gonna hit y'all with another entertaining edition of "Only in New York City..."

Only in New York City can you buy a custom weave.
Y'all know I've being going through this transformation. Well part of the transformation was deciding that I wanted a weave and not just any weave. If I'm going to be wearing a weave for awhile I want a quality weave. So my stylist suggested I go to the Adorable hair factory. The hair lasts about a year depending on wear and tear and it NEVER tangles. Now anyone who has worn a weave knows how much weaves tangle so a weave that never tangles is worth any amount of money to me. So for almost $200 (and about an hour of my time to get it) I got eight ounces of 12 inch 60% Spanish wavy, 40% French refined. The color actually matches the color I had died my own hair too. So far I'm loving it. I like the mix of the two different curls. If you are looking for a good weave hit up Adorable.

Only in New York City do random people tell you you should be a model as you are on the subway or even in the library doing research.
I swear y'all it's the hair. I stopped counting after the 5th person asked me if I model or if I have ever considered modeling. No one was asking me about modeling before I put the weave in. One guy even asked to take my picture as I was walking to the subway station. My answer to every person that says this, "Thanks for asking but I'm way too short to be America's Next Top Model."

Only in New York City do you almost get jacked as you are getting out of a cab.
Now this is an old tale I just didn't remember to blog about. But back when I was dating Trinidad Brotha he didn't like when I would walk from work to his house late at night. So one night I finally gave in and took a cab. As I paid the cab driver some guy rolled up on the cabbie to jack him. The cab driver immediately tried to speed off as I was still getting out of the cab. I hopped out of the cab so fast. And luckily I had the key to TB's door in my hand. When it's late at night it might be better to walk than to take a cab.

Only in New York City do you almost get in to a fist fight with one of the security guards at your job.
Again this is an old tale I didn't remember to blog about. But again, back when I was dating TB one of the security guards at my job was giving me a hard time about letting him in. The first night I let it go, the second night the New Jersey Drive in me came out and we seriously almost came to blows. I didn't speak to that security guard for months. He finally said, "Happy Easter," to me last night. I know this story may not sound funny, but looking back on it, how it all went down was hilarious. In NYC security guards take their jobs seriously...way too seriously.

Only in New York City does the car service I use every night not know how to get me home.
My job provides a car service for anyone that works the late shift. I have been using the car service more frequently now that I'm working two jobs. Saves me about 30 minutes and that is 30 more minutes I could be sleeping. There are a ton of ways to drive to my apt but there are about 3 solid routes: West Side Highway, Harlem River Drive or Madison Avenue. Why do the driver's never know how to get to my apt and because I have to give so many directions I might as well be driving myself.