I like Sundays.
Mostly because it’s the only day of the week that I don’t have to work. Yeah, I work six days a week. Not by choice. It’s out of necessity.
You see, I know it may be shocking to believe, but living in New York City is not cheap. In fact, it’s quite expensive. And I live alone. Which I love, don’t get me wrong. But it also comes with downsides. Financial downsides. I can’t split my rent in half with my roommates. I can’t split the bills in half. The groceries. Anything. It’s all on my shoulders. I would love for Miss Jackson to pull her own weight around her, but it just ain’t happening.
About half of my monthly income goes immediately to paying rent. And then several hundred more goes to bills. So, I’m basically forced to work six days a week just to afford to live, which translates into working about 55 hours per week. Every week. Monday through Saturday. So, yeah…
I like Sundays.
I’m often torn as to how to spend my Sundays though.
Part of me feels that since it’s my only day off, that I should use it to just relax and be at home and recoup. I mean, on the seventh day, God rested, didn’t he? If it’s good enough for Him, it should be good enough for me. And I love resting just as much as the next guy, so it seems like the obvious thing to do.
But, then again…
It is my only day off. So the other part of me feels like I should make the most of it and do something productive. And I start to get really stir crazy if I just sit on my couch for too long on a Sunday. And it’s not as if I would be at a loss to find something to do. I mean, hell, I live in New York Freakin City. There’s always something to do. I just can’t get inspired to actually get off my butt and do any of it.
But today I decided I was going to get out of the house. A big motivator was the heat. It was hot as hell today. Sure, I could sit here at watch tv and bask in the glory of my air conditioner. Or, I could go somewhere else and bask in the glory of an air conditioner for which I do not have to pay the electricity bill. I opted for the latter.
So, I went into the city and grabbed a quick bite to eat before meeting up with Joe to go see Ratatouille. I love everything Pixar has done in the past, so I had high expectations for this one, and it certainly delivered. It really was a great film. And the technology never ceases to astound me. The rats’ hair was so amazingly well done that it was actually distracting me from the movie itself.
Yeah, I became obsessed with rat hair.
It had been several months since I had last ventured to 42nd Street, which was where we saw the film. My office is at the north end of Times Square and I’ve had no reason to go down to that part of it, especially since that part of Times Square is so crowded and packed with tourists that it can literally sometimes take you ten minutes just to walk one block. But yeah, I hadn’t been down there in quite some time, so it took me by surprise to discover that there is now a Ripley’s Believe It or Not in right smack in the middle of Times Square on 42nd Street.
And we all know what that means, kids!
I’ve got the perfect thing to do on an upcoming Sunday!
I like Sundays.