Hi there! As you all know, I recently moved to NYC (Brooklyn, yo, can I get a shout out for the 1-1-2-3-2!) (no, I can’t rock that, sorry) from the most soul-sucking place in America – Memphis, Tennessee. Now, I didn’t grow up there, I grew up in Northeast Arkansas, which, though backasswards, was mostly a lovely place. I don’t really know how to live anywhere but the South, and I miss a lot of stuff about home. (Where is my fried chicken and banana pudding? I need casserole! Boys drive trucks and know how to fix shit! Air conditioning! Walk-in closets! Grass! TWO bathrooms!)
I am constantly aware of how different life is here – don’t get me started about all the schlepping and the no car and the no place to store anything – and how different the people act and interact and react. I’m gonna start sharing some of these things with us all. In the meantime, if y’all have any questions for me about this stuff or about manners or how you are SUPPOSED to act, send ’em in.
Anyway, I’m mostly settled here in the big city, but there are still some things I don’t know about my friends and some things I just don’t understand about living here and about city people. I have devised a little questionnaire for those of us who live hereabouts and I hope we can all learn something from each other. I went ahead and asked everyone the questions before sharing them with you all, because I am still not sure about shifty city people copying each other’s answers.
So, here we go, 17 Questions for You City People: First up is AYL (I was going to share London_Calling’s answers first, but AYL offered to makeout with me, and that will get you a long, long way around my house).
How old are you? 20 years old, dammit
Did you grow up here or move here? When? I grew up in JERSEY. Just moved here two summers ago for college.
Neighborhood? Current? Kips Bay/Murray Hill area
What do you do at your job? I walk puppies! Chloe and Hoser are my source of income and I’m not ashamed!
Who is the most famous person you have seen randomly? Alright, randomly? Because I may or may not have seen celebrities at places I may or may not have been tipped off about. Anyway, the most famous random celebrity encounter would have to be Annie Lennox at Old Navy.
Do you know how to cook…if so, do you cook? I can hold my own in the kitchen and, yes, every now and then I actually put metal to burner.
What is the first clue someone is a tourist? They’re screaming “3 minutes until the boat leaves, guys. 3 minutes!” with a fanny pack, baseball cap from Camp Niagara Hills, and camera. This is a real description.
I had to wait for a second train this morning because there were so many people on the train…DON’T THEY KNOW WHO I AM? Apparently they don’t. Everyone is self-aware, but that’s about it…especially in the mornings.
In the South men carry wallets, but here they carry purses. What’s up with that? I assume you’re talking about “murses,” better known as “man purses” – the cross-over-the-shoulder bag? As far as I know, those are for work…I’ve never seen a man carry that to, say, a restaurant. But to answer your question, I would say, here men have to hoof it everywhere. I’m assuming the men down South can throw whatever they carry with them on the front seat of their 4x4s.
What is your favorite covered dish? Before I met you, eggplant parmigiana. Now, hashbrown casserole. And thank you.
Booze, pills or weed? Booze.
I keep seeing people with “The North Face” on their coats. What is that? Yeah, I don’t know. Apparently it’s a big sporting good/outdoors apparel brand. Don’t ask me, I like facing Southward…
In the South we go to church on Sunday morning. What do you do? On Sundays I usually lie to the person I’m supposed to go to church with so I can stay in bed with you all day. Other Sundays, I go to church.
What is your favorite place to go/thing to do in the city? I love strolling around the West Village on warm, breezy days, perusing the magazine vendors old fashion magazines (seriously, if you look hard enough, you can come across Vogues from the early 90s.), then going over to Joe’s Pizza on Carmine Street – getting a seat on the bar by the window that faces Father Demo Sq. Park. If I still have some cash flow left, I head to Pasticceria Bruno, an Italian bakery on Bleeker that has good gelato and delicious pastries. That is a good day in my book. All week I have to do this or go there, that when I’m cut loose to just wander and stroll…it’s so nice.
What is the air speed velocity of an unladened swallow? Yeah I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I swallow, yes.
What is your favorite Lindsay Lohan movie? I would, hands down, say “Bobby” because it shows her the least. [I’m breaking up with you, because there is NO UGLY TALK ABOUT MY PRETTY, PRETTY GIRL – B]
And, lastly, cake or pie? Motherfuckin cake [Too late. I’m still mad about the previous question -B]
I would like to say that only one person got the last question right. Only one. We will share her answers next week.
And, friends, a covered dish is what you take to someone’s house when a family member has passed, or what you take to church on Sundays when there is gonna be a “potluck lunch” or, as we call it, a “covered dish dinner”. And Myrtle, please give an example of a covered dish each week, as you and I know a lot about it, cause this is what we are gonna look like it 20 years, that’s me in the front, and you in the white twin set.
February 13, 2009 at 3:04 pm
A related post is “10 Questions for Mike Huckabee”? ahaahaha
February 13, 2009 at 3:27 pm
AYL, that is right across Sixth Ave. from my apartment! Hello, neighbors!
February 13, 2009 at 3:39 pm
I love this new feature thingee. It’s awesome.
February 13, 2009 at 3:55 pm
people still go to church?
February 13, 2009 at 3:56 pm
This is awesome.
And the North Face is HUGE here. Every kid has to have a North Face jacket. My son has already had one stolen.
PIE!
February 13, 2009 at 4:13 pm
Oh my god! I can’t believe AYL said that. Oh my goodness.
CAKE BITCHES. CAKE.
February 13, 2009 at 4:33 pm
Bless you for enduring this thing called northern city life! I prefer not to imagine life without my veg-all casserole and my guns. As for North Face, I’ll stick with my tried-n-true Carhart.
February 13, 2009 at 4:34 pm
20?! I just choked on a corn flake.
I wanna know every celebrity you see from now on..in like a daily digest.
February 13, 2009 at 5:22 pm
Before you scoff at North Face, let me say that my NF parka has kept me quite toasty here in the frozen tundra of the Midwest. If you have the means, I highly suggest picking one up.
As for your questions:
Q: Booze, pills or weed?
ARHUV: Yes.
Q: What is the air speed velocity of an unladened swallow?
ARHUV: What do you mean? An African or a European swallow?
Q: What is your favorite Lindsay Lohan movie?
ARHUV: Mean Girls.
Q: Cake or pie?
ARHUV: Both. I am a dessert whore.
Can I still come visit?
February 13, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Amazon: I’m not scoffing, I am just confused how the brand became THE brand. What’s wrong with Columbia and Patagonia? Why do the kids around here HAVE TO HAVE a North Face?
February 13, 2009 at 5:46 pm
Trixie, if I knew what makes kids want what they want, I’d start my own business selling them shit and make BANK. Then I’d build a compound for all my bitches and have a rotating stable of man servants that would include Clive Owen, Daniel Craig, Gerard Butler and an endless supply of hot pieces of man candy.
February 13, 2009 at 5:54 pm
@lesbiansayswhat: don’t choke. just nod and smile.
February 13, 2009 at 6:22 pm
Amazon: But what about all the lesbians in the compound?
February 13, 2009 at 6:25 pm
What is the first clue someone is a tourist?
-they’re looking UP instead of ahead, and refuse to cross against the light. Suckers.
What is your favorite covered dish?
-in MN, we say “hotdish”. In other midwestern lands, “casserole”. And for the record, it’s mac and cheese.
Booze, pills or weed?
-booze. Unless you have codeine, in which case, hiiiiii, lover.
In the South we go to church on Sunday morning. What do you do?
-Drink mimosas. Oh, wait, but once I did go to church of my own volition! It was Unitarian, so it may not count, but I WENT!
What is your favorite Lindsay Lohan movie?
-“Mean Girls”, duh. Or, if I’m with ARHUV, “I Know Who Killed Me”.
And, lastly, cake or pie?
-Cake reigns supreme.
February 13, 2009 at 6:27 pm
Aww, this is my dream.
CAKE!
February 13, 2009 at 9:19 pm
Amazon, if you’re buying Gerard Butler for the compound, just tell me where to send my deposit $$$ !
February 13, 2009 at 9:55 pm
Northface is very much a part of the Pacific Northwest look. All those damn fleeces. Most people don’t even do all that nature-related stuff but it makes you look like you enjoy hiking.
I am such a traitor to my people. I find hiking to be such a chore.
And just for the record I like pie. Everyone is invited to my house for pie any time.
February 13, 2009 at 10:21 pm
Trixie: I can’t believe I forgot to mention that the lesbians at the compound will be provided with an endless stream of beautiful women to do with whatever they wish.
February 13, 2009 at 10:53 pm
You and me, you mean?
February 13, 2009 at 11:16 pm
Oh, we’re givens. But I might be a little busy with Viggo Mortenson for a while, so you’ll have to hold down the fort.
February 14, 2009 at 12:35 am
@Nadarine – thank you for the hotdish comment. I would have gone there, but am slightly too ashamed of my Minnesota roots.
February 14, 2009 at 1:22 pm
NEVER DENY THE HOTDISH, L_C! The hotdish has feelings, too.
February 14, 2009 at 4:36 pm
I WILL NEVER ALLOW FLEECE IN THE COMPOUND.
February 14, 2009 at 6:13 pm
I know what a covered dish is. Believe it or not, SarahHeartburn spent most of the summers of her youth in a small village in non-touristy rural Maine, and attended many covered dish suppers in the local Grange. But in my native Manhattan, a covered dish was either 1)something you brought back from the deli in an aluminum pan with a cardboard lid or 2)whatever you brought to an Irish wake in a Pyrex/Corningware pot.
February 14, 2009 at 7:42 pm
I lived in North Carolina for 5 1/2 years before moving to the Bay Area. Even though I love living here, I do miss some things about living in the South, namely the food (fried okra, BBQ, my ex-bf’s mom’s sweet tea and homemade biscuits) and the friendliness of the people.
February 14, 2009 at 9:24 pm
My Tator Tot casserole rocks the house ladies. And I have secret recipes for both chocolate pie AND home made carrot cake that people have tried to bribe out of me. Does that mean I go both ways?
February 15, 2009 at 12:24 pm
Well, covered dish to me means a picnic, which means potato salad with lots of mayo sitting out in the sun and poisoning everyone.
February 15, 2009 at 1:05 pm
Sorry, Tater Tot casserole?? Recipe, pretty please?
February 15, 2009 at 4:06 pm
mmm tater tots.. can i have some of your tots??
February 15, 2009 at 6:17 pm
BAngieB, please force AYL to watch Holy Grail. I gather that she’s young, but everyone should know the answer to that question.
Gotta say, A Prarie Home Companion barely edges out The Parent Trap.
February 15, 2009 at 7:13 pm
@aspiringexpatriate: I plan to make her watch it again, as she has only seen it once long ago. But, you know what? Several people didn’t know what I was talking about. It saddens me.
February 15, 2009 at 7:44 pm
north face makes decent tents and climbing gear, but it’s also become this urban bougie status symbol and that makes me sad. paying 300 dollars for a down jacket you’re going to wear onto the subway is about as outdoorsy as an office barbecue.
and you can pry my cake from my cold dead hand!!
February 16, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Shout out from current Memphian, former miss from Mississippi. I have a great recipe for Chicken Cheeze-its Casserole. And the Covered Dish Dinner has always been known as Dinner on the Ground at the Bethlehem Baptist Church in Deanburg, TN where my Great Grandmother lived. Dinner was literaly laid out on plywood tables across from the cemetary along the fence line, and everyone would fill a plate, then go find a place to sit on the ground. This was sometimes the Sunday that everyone would walk the cemetary and make sure the graves were cared for. And, Cake, Cake, Cake!!!
February 16, 2009 at 2:55 pm
BAngieB, you know that tall one on the right’s me. Cause I’ll be that old bitch who still dyes her hair even though everyone knows I’ve been gray for years.
Also, the best covered dish was my mama’s chicken casserole. I’ll make it for y’all sometime.
February 17, 2009 at 4:15 pm
DottyZ, I’m pretty sure you would be wearing brighter colors, though, right?
February 17, 2009 at 9:16 pm
First, I’m really glad to see that we are getting our hair did at the same place in our twilight years. Steel Magnolias what? That’s what I thought.
Second, covered dishes are the heart of the South, as you well know, BangieB, and I am glad to see them finally addressed here in this slightly Canadian forum. Just this weekend at my stepfather’s funeral, I was thinking on covered dishes and how they are the symbol of all that is good and wonderful about God’s country. When good things happen, when bad things happen, you know everyone and their brother’s uncle is gonna show up with a covered dish. I especially love the ones with the giver’s initials written on the bottom of the dish, because then you know they are expert covered dish donors and are bringing you their very best (but do, in fact, expect to get their dish back; Corningware ain’t cheap, yo).
In any event, I have been all about the spaghetti casserole lately b/c we can’t ever seem to finish our spaghetti, and every good Southerner knows you don’t waste your food. My favorite covered dish would have to be your hashbrown casserole, though, best served in the Smokies but good any ole time or place.
February 17, 2009 at 9:20 pm
Also:
The best place to get your casserole recipes is the cookbook your church’s women’s circles publish. I guarandamntee you that the women of your church have published a cookbook and that it is full of casserole recipes. If you don’t go to church, I don’t know what to say for you, but I can at least point you in another direction: The White Trash Cookbook. Trixie has a copy, and I know she’ll give me an amen on this subject.
February 17, 2009 at 10:38 pm
Amen my dear Beach Bum!
February 18, 2009 at 12:09 am
And, of course, Myrtle, if someone just brings you a covered dish…you are expected to return that dish full of something you cooked yourownself. I am currently craving hot chicken salad. Ah, hot chicken salad with a corn flake crust! Mrs. Marilyn Griffin used to bring it to every church occasion, and it is totally in the women’s circle cookbook from the Christian Valley Christian Church. Such as.
February 18, 2009 at 9:21 am
@aspiringexpatriate: i have seen the holy grail, just not enough to quote it like my girlfriend and all her peeps.
also, prairie home companion, hmmm, i wonder if that shows lindsay less than in bobby? i might have to change my answer. but no, because there’s no brat pack emilio/demi interaction. sorry meryl.
February 18, 2009 at 5:22 pm
Here are some words of wisdom from the White Trash Cookbook re: casseroles.
“You can make a casserole out of anything. Throw your leftovers into an oven dish and mix with whatever you think will stick them together, an egg or some cheese maybe. Then bake til done.”
-Betty Lou Hamilton, Groves, Texas
P.S. Texas is not really the South, but I will let that one slide because the woman speaks the truth.
February 18, 2009 at 5:37 pm
looky here, Missy — don’t you mess with my Lone Star State! or we’ll take our hippie music festivals, high profile financial scandals, high school football, the Bush’s and Texas Motor Speedway and set up our own thing. again.
February 18, 2009 at 5:42 pm
See, that’s my point exactly. Texas is its own region. It’s Southern, but it’s not the South.
My mama’s from Corpus Christi, so I have love for the Lone Star State, no worries.
February 18, 2009 at 7:15 pm
You know where else isn’t the South?
FLORIDA. I don’t care if Lynyrd Skynyrd is from Jacksonville.
February 18, 2009 at 8:06 pm
@izzardgirl: Chicken Cheeze-its Casserole? Dude. That sounds tasty.
February 19, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Amen, Angie, amen.*
*The White Trash Cookbook was written by a gentleman from Central Florida, though, so he and his people count.