Wednesday, March 25, 2015

New rat city

You know it's time for a vacation when you and your yoga instructor swap horror stories about the rat invasions in the east village, then instead of departing with a solemn "Namaste," you wish her a merry and rat-free day.

And with that, we're off to sunshine, hikes, nature, and animals that aren't rats. I love this city, but damn it feels good to leave.

Lesson #65: there's nothing funnier than watching someone waiting for brunch at Prune spot a rat scurrying inches away from an omelet. One thing I've learned is that there are no dainty mice on the east side, only the hardiest of rats. Maybe they're slowing down the gentrification of the east village? Nah, it'd take rats in someone's omelet to do that.


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  1. La jeune fille au pairDecember 13, 2015 at 12:36 AM

    So funny because I actually had my first mouse outside the Bank Street apt tonight. I screamed and called Pat. Loved reading this story.... Though I am still dying to go to Prune!!!

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  2. La jeune fille au pairDecember 13, 2015 at 12:36 AM

    So funny because I actually had my first mouse outside the Bank Street apt tonight. I screamed and called Pat. Loved reading this story.... Though I am still dying to go to Prune!!!

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