In Transit

I've been wanting to write this blog for awhile. After years of living in the city and enjoying a fast-paced life I decided it was time to become fiscally responsible and move out to the 'burbs. Since I'm a freelance writer I can work from just about anywhere but all of my meetings and social events require me to take that now routine, forty minute train ride/drive back into NYC. And it usually takes longer than forty minutes, but admitting that my commute is an hour or longer makes me feel way too out of touch.

So I'm trying to make the best out of my new routine by documenting all of the crazy, annoying, disturbing, and just plain absurd things that I encounter in transit. Some things I have learned:

1.) Never try to flirt your way to a free train ride; conductors are impervious to short skirts and curled eyelashes. Instead of a free ride you'll end up with a bruised ego.

2.) Never pack anything in your bridge-and-tunnel-bag that you wouldn't want the hottest officer of the NYPD to see.

3.) The handicapped restrooms on the upper floor of Grand Central make great changing rooms for those last minute outfit changes. If you're on the west side, your best bet is the 59th street Columbus Circle mall restrooms. (and while you're there you might as well get free samples of your favorite perfume from Sephora!)

4.) That club makeup that you applied so skillfully before you went out will make you look like a member of the Adams Family under the fluorescent lights on the trip home. But everybody will be too trashed to notice.