Allow me to introduce the latest addition to this New York City story: Nellie. Whew, now that we got that out of the way…alright fine, I suppose it wouldn’t be very fair of me to just butt in here without a formal introduction.
Nellie is what we’ll call a newer character to this Mason fellow’s story (haven’t read it yet? Tsk, tsk, you can’t start from all the way up here! I’ll give you a hint: scroll down). Like Mason, Nellie is also a student at Cornell, a school that similarly few people are familiar with where she comes from; she, however, grew up in California, a land abounding with orange, both in fruit and skin tone variety (the latter is courtesy of the revered glowing box, what is called the Tanning Bed). Nellie came to New York with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of hope after she got kicked out of boarding school, but her English teacher gave confusing advice and she took her little sister to the Central Park Zoo; alas, she also sometimes confuses herself with famous characters of literature. Nellie is in fact studying Fine Arts, and therefore is here to tell a slightly different tale than Mason. Some Rather Important People wanted her to share her side of the story; some parts will overlap her new friend’s, some could not be more different, but hopefully they will provide at least a small glimpse of what they are experiencing as wide-eyed, naïve kids in a city whose rooftops you can’t see unless you’re traveling oh-so-fashionably in an aeroplane. Or you’re Superman, but that, friend, is doubtful (no offense).
Well, now that you have an idea of who Nellie is and why she’s here, I’m going to start off with the most dramatic, exciting, enthralling thing that happened since Mason left off at his end of things: a BLIZZARD. Yes, you did read that correctly, a blizzard hit NYC, twice within a week in fact; you may have heard about it, and with good reason, since crazy snow storms are not all too common in these parts. Now if you’re at all familiar with Ithaca, and more specifically Ithaca’s weather patterns, you would balk at the idea of this blizzard. Admittedly, it was decidedly frigid outside, enough so that it caused Nellie to let out a passionate cry of protest. You see, unlike our friend Mason, when dealing with a threatening situation her problem was not bladder relief, but something like this poor fellow’s:
Lucky for you, dear reader, she had her camera with her and took a few pictures of this evil snowstorm to share just with you, so let’s allow you to be the judge of just how bad Mother Nature’s latest production really is:
Well, that’s all I have to share for now. As time goes on and I decide to really indulge, you’ll witness the talkative, energetic, and sometimes funny Nellie start to really unfold. Kind of like an onion, only less rotund and hopefully less pungent in the smell department. Let’s hope, in the meantime, that she and Mason can deal with all that the City has been dishing out in a slightly less traumatic way. As luck would have it, adult diapers get quite expensive after a while, and screaming all the time is not a way to earn the popularity vote on the subway.