Charming..!

The past weekend was terrific. The weather was beautiful. You couldn't ask for a nicer day, especially given the fact that it's almost November (momentary panic as realize a crapload of deadlines are coming up). Mo and I woke up bright and early on both Saturday and Sunday, and we met a charming older couple. This charming older couple are going to be our new landlords!

That's right. Mo and I have found an apartment. It's a brownstone walk-up located in my favourite of all New York neighbourhoods - the Upper West Side. I can't wait to move in!

For those of you wondering what the Upper West Side is like. Our apartment is located on 8xth street, just off Amsterdam. Two blocks to the west and you hit Riverside Park. Two blocks to the east and you're in Central Park. The AMNH and Zabar's are a short walk away. The movie "You've Got Mail" with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, and Seinfeld take place in the Upper West Side.

The brownstone building is pre-war. It's not fantastically beautiful, nor an eye-sore. It's your average NYC brownstone. The apartment is cool, and has one exposed brick wall. With some creative decorating, I can see this being a very cool urban apartment. Our IKEA furniture is starting to depress me, being mass produced and owned by every other person I know. But we'll make it work.

I am so in love with our soon-to-be neighbourhood. It's so pretty and quiet, and has so many great stores and restaurants. Good-bye icky midtown!

In other news, Mo and I finally had another star sighting. After almost of year since our last star sighting, Renee Zellwegger walked by us on Madison Avenue. Of course, I have tunnel vision, so I didn't see her at first.

Mo leaned over and whispered to me "Look, it's Renee's old waiter". At least, that's what it sounded like he said.

"Who's Renee?" I asked.

"You know, the actress from Jerry McGuire", he replied.

"Oh, you mean Renee Zellwegger", I exclaimed.

I made him walk past the chocolate store that she zipped into so I could see for myself. Yup, there she was. But with her hair pulled into a bun, her black coat and pants, and her black framed glasses, she could have passed for any New Yorker.