Carbon monoxide, rats, and a birthday!

January was... interesting. We had a completely empty apartment, and no idea how we were going to furnish it. After multiple trips to the local (massive) TJ Maxx and a great find on Craigslist, things were starting to look up. Then, as if sent as a present from above (who am I kidding, it was TOTALLY a present form the Big Man), furniture started appearing on our doorstep. I'm not kidding. People in New York throw out perfectly good furniture for who knows what reason. We now have a toaster, blender, wall art, a tv stand, another cart, and a perfect coffee table... FOR FREE. Proof? Here is the coffee table:

See? Not one scratch (please excuse the mess around it and in the window). Fits perfectly in the crook of the awesome couch. Free. We had lots of visitors in January. Jessi came and visited, and Megan showed her a great time in the city. It was fun to have our first official visitor!! Then, it was time for me to turn 23. We decided to feel swanky and went for drinks and dinner at the R Lounge in Times Square. 

It was a great birthday, in which we had martinis and then wondered into the Disney store. Wait, are we 23 or 3? Doesn't matter, it was fun :). My company graciously gives you the day off on your birthday, so I got a massage that day as well. And thennnn when I went back to work Megan and Richard surprised me with red velvet cupcakes and champagne on the roof of our new building!

I'm not sure why this picture looks 

(I'm not sure why this picture looks so weird... It doesn't on my phone)

To top off birthday week, boyfriend came to visit, and it SNOWED. 4 inches worth of snow!!!! I waited (not so patiently) 4 months for this!

It was AWESOME. So, we had all these visitors. I should mention, at the same time we were all feeling oddly sick. Yes, I realize I am a hypochondriac, and therefore lose all "I feel sick" rights. But Megan and Heather got weirdly sick. And so did Jessi. And so did Ellis. All symptoms led to carbon monoxide poisoning. We got better the longer we stayed out of the house. It was terrifying and exhausting. Our super thinks we are nuts. He tested our apartment twice. Apparently, we just had a weird virus we were passing back and forth (we hope). So far, we are still alive. We'll take that as a good sign.

So after we're breathing a little bit more easily, we discover that we keep getting holes in our trash bags. We live in New York, rats are inevitable. We just didn't think about it being in our apartment. Well, we heard squeaking noises. And then more squeaking noises. And then we saw the poop. Currently, there are traps under our counter with peanut butter on them. We'll probably hear it snap soon. Stay tuned.....

Oh, NYC adventures :)