It’s Christmas Eve in New York City. I’m standing in my DJ booth in Time Square playing Beyonce Christmas carols for tourist that keep requesting Swedish rap songs. I’ve been living here for four and a half months and I still find everyday to be an interesting, many times odd, adventure. I think I easily adjusted to life here because of my previous lifestyle and current mindset. I can already tell you by looking at someone whether they’re a New York native, moved here from elsewhere, or a tourist. It is a fast paced, fun packed temptation that can easily overwhelm someone.
The cold is defiantly the biggest change in my life, but it’s interesting how quick I’ve adjusted to it. When it was 45 degree in Florida I would convince myself it had to be the coldest day on record. I would bundle up in everything I owned and waited for my slow frostbitten death to approach. But after a couple cold weeks in Brooklyn, 45 degrees would be the start of my summer. Last week I woke up to a windy 48 degree day and went to Central Park in a T Shirt in hopes of getting a tan.
I’ve found that as a boy born and raised in South Florida I really enjoy snow. I find it much more pleasurable than the terenchal rain storms in Florida. I remember walking out of my apartment after the first snow and walking around Williamsburg…it truly looked like a white wonderland…even with a all the hipster around. The other added bonus of snow is snow balls. I remember as a kid trying to mimic the fun that kids from the North had with snow balls, I would throw balls of sand at them…it wasn’t the same. Thankfully, my kitchen window leads to a roof on one of the most popular streets in Brooklyn. This gives my roommates and I tons of targets as we bombarded passersby with freshly made snow balls. Most people laugh when they realize people are throwing snow balls at the from the roof. Some even throw snow balls back at us…though there have been the occasional person throwing glass bottles, rocks, and spears back at us. It’s all in good fun. Watching people get attacked with snow balls and look all around the highly populated street trying to figure out who or what just raped them with snow has been the highlight of my New York experience. Even after a couple nights ago when the cops came after us and used a fire truck to get on the roof we still had a marvelous time (We got in our house before those silly Police could catch us).
I’m a Brooklyn boy for now and can’t wait to see what the rest of the winter has to offer.
Merry Christmas Eve.
Happy Fourth Night of Chanuka.
The Fresh Prince of Brooklyn,
Daniel Dickey
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BROOKLYN…the newest MTV Real World was just filmed in Brooklyn.
I want some naked jonas brothers. Nice blog.
LOL the fresh prince of brooklyn. Your blogs are so damn funny. I just read everyone of them. Cant wait to see you on mtv again.