day tres

Slowly sidling through the New York sidewalks this morning, flats on my feet and tote on my shoulder filled with New Yorkerish things such as a subway pass, iPod, and an ID that gets me into the RS office made up for any uneasiness I might have felt last night.

Rewind to yesterday. Short sleep, long flight of stairs, quick taxi ride with my nose pressed to the window and my hand on my stomach firmly commanding the butterflies to stop. Then one elevator ride and ugly ID card later I sit comfortably at my own desk, IMing the other interns about working at RS, and who else is going to the True Blood screening at midnight. Then there’s tabbing mags, eating lunch, attending sales meeting (blushing furiously at being made to stand and introduce myself), and then M and I grab those monsters of suitcases and grab a taxi to the dorm. After unpacking and snooping to see what type of girls my new roommates will be (stylish with good taste in books), I finally finished hanging two months worth of dresses and was settled. Then I met the roomies (L and R from Boston and San Fran, Syracuse friendsies, sweet but slightly intimidating), and headed off with M to dinner and the True Blood screening with A, E, and J (with her boy!). Then bed at two thirty, alarm at seven, and zoom into me walking along those New York sidewalks this morning.

And now I’m at work- with my lovely fellow interns, ranging from Georgia to Connecticut. A, C, and E are here today, S showed me the ropes yesterday (eternally grateful!) and now I can’t wait up to meet with my other sweet S (living with her dear auntie on 86) for dinner and chatter. But for now I’m here leaning (way) back in my chair, staring out on Fifth, attempting to keep my fingers from pinching myself in disbelief.

Love to all- Mandy

p.s. Apparently there was confusion, my dear Jacksonian (and Floridian) loves, yes Mandy is Miriam, but thanks to some dear college girls who belong in the city, for the sake of the blog and the story, I’m Mandy. Don’t ask, just go with it.