Aaaaaaand, We're Back!

Hello fools and loyal readers. There has been much upheaval at the Blogtari camp in the last few months and we decided to take an unannounced sabbatical. We're sorry. Here's what you've missed:

• We're with child


• We moved from NYC to Los Angeles (county)


• We had some long, drawn out goodbyes on the East Coast to both friends and restaurants


• We packed our faces off and played a buttload of Street Fighter 4 (ok, that was CinS)

That's about it.

Now that we're all BFFs again, I have a confession. And as my BFF, you are dying to hear it.

A big part of the reason I wasn't posting much in 09 is because I had nothing nice to say. And someone once told me that in this instance, it is better to say nothing at all.

I'm a pretty decisive person and once a decision is made, like Veruca Salt, I want it NOW! So when I decided to leave New York for the temperate shores of Los Angeles, I was ready to go. Immediately. And when you're in that mindset, nothing about your current situation will do. And so, I had nothing nice to say about my life in NY.

My apartment was too small; my neighborhood, to industrial. My commute to work was too stinky. My office; too bleak. My friends, no longer in walking distance. Plus, I was pregnant and nauseated and sober. Dark days.

I realized that no one wants to hear me complain twice a week for several consecutive months, so I took myself out of the blogosphere (which did nothing to quell my use of lame jargon like blogosphere). But now that I've landed in LA (and have some new material), I am reinstating Blogtari and all its glory! (I hear you. I hear you smiling. And thank you, I am too)

So to kick things off, I have to flash back two weeks to our final days in New York. You may recall the deep-seeded hatred for our D-Bag neighbor, his little woman, and their dog. Well, things got worse in my darkened state.

The neighbors decided that it would be an awesome idea to shove yet ANOTHER small, yappy dog into their 775 sq ft apartment. The hallway dog park was in full-effect a solid 12 hours a day. The neighbors even transformed the dog park into a college dorm, by inviting friends to come hang out in the hall and drink wine while tossing squeaky toys against my door. As I've said, these people are awesome.

One hormonal day, I had had enough. It was the beginning of bark-sesh 400 of the day and I lost it. Standing in the kitchen (which is right by the hallway door) I screamed at full-volume, "F***ING KILL YOUR DOG!"

CinS was mortified. I was right. It's just as much their business what I scream in my own apartment as what they do in the hallway outside my apartment. KABOOM! You've been Henstridged.

Needless to say, the neighbor tension worsened in our final weeks in our apartment.
The day before the move, CinS and his bottle opener keychain, were out on the town. I was finishing up some last minute packing and was craving a beer. A non-alcoholic beer.

I was desperate for a faux buzz. I opened the door and peered down the hall. Of course, the neighbor's door was wide open and they were blocking the entire hallway with some kind of porter's cart. It didn't seem too realistic for me to knock on everyone else's door asking for a bottle opener, when the neighbors were right there. So I took the plunge.

Luckily the sideburned-D-bag was severely injured and moaning on the couch about a hernia, so I did my business with his little woman. Perfectly pleasant. The dogs didn’t bark once.

Peace with the neighbors set off a whole string of loveliness on our way out of NY. The pizza place told us to fughetabout the $.012 we owed for our lunch. A stranger carried our bags down a busted escalator. The sun was out.

It was a good day for New York and the Blogtaris. But, I’m sorry to say dear NY friends, the best part was that we were leaving all the good and the bad behind.

Stay tuned for all new complaints about our new life in Los Angeles!