Just as I knew I would one day live in Montreal, I know now that I will eventually be moving to New York. I'm not sure how it's going to happen, or when, or why, but I am certain (or at least really hopeful) that it will.
I got addicted to walking, and couldn't stop. With each step, I felt like I was one bit closer to being a teensy part of the city, and that I was some how absorbing a little bit more of it. I breathed deeply, and that smoggy, smelly, hot dog smoky, city air gave me the special kind buzz derived from equal parts pollution and city energy. We walked so much that I wore out the soles of my shoes, and could barely drag myself out of bed today. It was awesome.
We took in the Manhattan skyline over beers and wraps from a Brooklyn rooftop, got our fortunes told (and waited half an hour for hot dogs) at Coney Island, ate pierogies at a Ukrainian festival, danced at what we dubbed a "hipster grinding bar," rode the carousel in Central Park, salivated over cupcakes at Magnolia, swayed to calypso music at a block party, drank a good amount of wine, and bought the world's tackiest dress.
My 26th birthday was exceptional, marked by a fabulous excursion, true friends, and an elderly gentleman with gold teeth saying "mama don't look it!" when he saw my age after I handed him my ID at the wine store.
3 comments:
Love New York, and loved your photos, which I totally lurked on Facebook. Happy belated birthday! I'm glad it was a good one. :)
Yes! Love the addition of the gold-toothed gentleman's comment - too funny. I'm glad you had such an awesome time - happy belated bday, mama!
OMG I can completely relate to this post! I hope we live there at the same time and walk and eat and drink wine together!
Glad you had a great bday and loved NYC as much as I hoped you would!
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