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New York, here I come!

June 13, 2011

Today, my friends, I traversed the country in a sky-bound metal tube that landed in the greatest city in the world: New York City.  Let me tell you a little bit about my travels.

I like to think of myself as a pioneer — traveling across the country with nothing but the clothes on my back … and in my suitcase … and in my othersuitcase … and all the items I brought with me on the plane to avoid boredom — okay fine, so I ain’t exactly Laura Ingalls Wilder from Little House on the Prairie, but I did

travel 800 miles in one day … thanks to the advancements in modern transportation. (Yes, I’m aware the previous sentence was a run-on. BITE ME)

And after my travels and all the things I’ve seen from one coast to the other, I have one, huge question to ask: does anybody really win with the adjustable  backs on airplane seats? Because, to me, those adjustable backs are just a shit storm waiting to happen. In my experience, from the moment the adjustments are made, all involved end up angry, bitter and passive-aggressive, which makes me wonder — does anybody really win? For instance, I know that when I move my chair back, I just become angry and disappointed because the change is too miniscule to make any difference in my comfort levels. I’m no more comfortable than I was before — I’m just more depressed because my hopes have been smattered. Meanwhile, the poor soul behind me is more cramped than he/she was before because, while the change seems like nothing to me, it made a WORLD of a difference to the dude behind me. I know, because I’ve been the dude in the seat that gets smushed. It’s a piece of shit. So now, we’ve got a depressed passenger and a suffocating one, and about 90 minutes

to go before we can finally part ways forever. And, I’m sure all the people around me who had to watch us go through that awkward debacle feel no better about being stuffed into a small air-bound metal tube with me for the remaining 90 minutes.

Ahhh, life.

Anyways, my family and I got to O’Hare Airport around 2 pm, which is when we had to part ways. My father was homeward bound while the girls of the family (my mother, myself and my lil’ sis’) had the New York skyline ahead of us. And BOY were we psyched! (Just look at the picture — the psyched-ness is well documented)

Me being all psyched by the city and stuff.

The moment we hit the ground in New York, I could feel the difference in atmosphere. Immediately, you know you’re in a quite unique place, and either you’re going to fit in or you won’t. New York is a one-of-a-kind place — there’s really no better word for it (or group of hyphenated words). The pace, the intensity, the colors, the vibrancy — it all swirls together and blows up into this massive, bustling body that is the city. Driving in the taxi from the airport to home base, I could see blurs from my window

NYC skyline from the taxi!

of an already blurry city. Moving at a fast pace through a fast-paced city is pretty interesting — maybe that’s why no one in NY owns a car! Eureka!

I’m gonna admit up front, though, my first night in NY was pretty low-key. We got to our apartment (an apartment of a friend’s that we’re using for a week until I get myself moved in to my real apartment for this summer) and we were extremely excited to be in the city. (Note the video below.) Once we hauled all of our luggage up the 3 flights of stairs to our room (which left me with very little dignity, sanity, energy and goodwill), we wiped the sweat from our brows  (oh yeah, did I mention the apartment has no air conditioning?) and decided to get a bite in the Big Apple.

The great thing about this city is that no matter where you go, great food is waiting for you — and in every kind of capacity. Whether its some

Restaurant we went to!

random man with questionable body odor selling you a hot dog on the side of the road, or a swanky, 5-star French restaurant, the food is gonna be brilliant — and it was. We stopped at a delightful french café at the

Toasting our first night in the city!

recommendation of a family friend and grabbed dinner. The whole time my sister and I made a deep and concerted effort to look like New Yorkers — although it was difficult to fool everyone when I continued to stop over and over again to take pictures of street signs. Something tells me Carrie Bradshaw wouldn’t have stopped at the Broadway street sign and said, “GUYS STOP, I’VE GOTTA DOCUMENT THIS.” But I could be wrong.

We went back to the apartment and lounged around and hit the hay. We’re preppin’ for our first real day in the city. I continued to pore over The Cheap Bastard’s Guide to New York Cityin anticipation of the

Broadway and the full moon!

coming months’ adventures. Think of all the things I could do when I have a full day in the city, as opposed to half of one!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 14, 2011 2:09 pm

    Ah! The great Gotham adventure begins! (Loved that dancing video!)

  2. Caitlin permalink
    June 14, 2011 8:19 pm

    you are too cool. can’t wait to read about your adventures:)

  3. Barbra Zuanich-Friedman permalink
    June 14, 2011 8:51 pm

    Summer in the greatest city in the world….just enjoy…but get an air conditioned apt. before it gets too hot…I warned you, remember that! Have lunch at 30 Rock, not at the restaurant, but at one of the umbrella hot-dog carts and try to get a tour of Studio 8H. You’re gonna have a blast!!! Eva and Victoria may not want to leave….have fun, Barbra

  4. June 21, 2011 9:52 am

    Ahh!! So exciting!! And nice shirt 😉

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