high five

i had a pretty exciting experience this morning on the subway. i was riding along, minding my own business, trying to do my best impression of a native new yorker by not making eye contact with anyone and looking really pissed off at nothing in particular, when a middle-aged businessman in a nice pinstripe suit turned to me and said, "does this train stop at 42nd street?", and i'll be damned if i didn't answer him like i've been riding the subways my whole life. not only that, but i was so confident in my answer that he didn't look like he doubted for a second that i knew what i was talking about. HIGH FIVE TO ME.
(the bear's for johnny)










also wanna see what my boss/supervisor looks like?

that's her second from the left. not the most flattering picture but my god is she B-A-D-A-S-S. she's like UN GODDESS. her name's sam cook and she's from south africa and she has a cool accent and she knows everything there is to know about women's rights and just about everything else in the world. and yesterday was her birthday so today me and the other interns went to the grand central station market (which was obscenely amazing) during lunch and bought her a strawberry-lemon cake and wine and we surprised her at the end of the day and it was good times.