All Hail Harvey Milk

So this past week was rather exciting. We spent the whole week prepping for a Hetrick Martin Institute benefit, School's Out, to help raise money for the Harvey Milk School. The Harvey Milk School was created as a safe haven for gay boys and girls who have received grief or abuse from their friends, classmates, and/or family based on their sexual orientation. I spent the whole week pretty much on the F train, traveling to and from Soho, back and forth from our office to 740 Braodway, where the charity is based. The first day I stepped off the subway downtown, I lost my barings multiple times, almost walking completely around Washington Square before finding the location. It was sunny that day and there was some sort of event occuring at one end of the park admist woman psuhing strollers and the summer students of NYU. After finally finding the office, I delivered invitations for the event the upcoming weekend and headed back uptown, feeling a little more comfortable finding my way downtown. However, that day was possibly the only day the sun showed its face that week. The following days were plagued with showers that made the streets smell of old cats and the previous aroma of brick oven pizza and baked goods was lost amougst the midst and NY sirens. Yet, I returned to SoHO multiple times that week, facing the puddles and fallen berries that lined the sidewalks of Washington Square. I delivered disks, picked up posters larger than my body, and returned berry stained with a broken umbrella. It turned out to be a tiring week trudging through the weather. As Harvey Milk once said, "I am Harvey Milk and I am here to recruit you." Well Harvey, I went to bootcamp and back. Consider me recruited and a supporter of HMI.

A Subway Series

Its a rainy day here in New York, yet there is still so much going on. I rode the Subway for the first time this past Friday. That was quite the experience. One of MKG's largest clients is, and always has been, Delta Airlines. On Friday I was asked to take the F Train from 23rd street up to 34th. Nodding my head, I jotted down the directions and headed to the subway stop to ask the teller for an unlimited Metrocard. "I only take cash," he said. I could tell this was going to be a disaster. Reluctantly, I hopped onto the F train and as the train headed further and further downtown I was hoping we would simply just make a U-ey and head back uptown. We were stopped somewhere on 1st street when I heard "Next stop: Brooklyn." Panicking I jumped off the F Train just before it began to move again and headed up to find the nearest teller, or friendly New Yorker to point me in the right direction. At the top of the stairs, I found a man donned in NY Yankees attire and eating a doughnut behind plexi glass. "Excuse me sir, do you know which train to take to get to 34th street?" He muttered letters I could barely understand because he could barely speak english. I took my chances and headed back down the stairs to the tunnel that led me to east bumble. It turns out I made the right choice and just so happened to stumble upon 34st street and landed in the Delta Airlines suite where I picked up a Hard Rock folder for an upcoming event and headed back to MKG...this time on the F Train.