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weekend update: meeting Fearless Girl and riding a fish.

Happy Monday, friends!

*let’s all ignore that it’s actually tuesday.*

Since I finally stopped working the weekend (I know this comes up in every post but it still feels new and good. #honeymoonstage), I’ve been pretty busy. I haven’t written about any of it because my time management skills are garbage and I can’t seem to get a weekend update post before Friday.

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This past weekend I was able to finally just be on my own time and do my own thing, which was a whole lot of nothing. And it was marvelous.

I honestly can’t remember what I did on Friday. If I had to guess, I came home from work and had dinner with my mom. We sat on the couch and caught up on whatever’s on the DVR to make room for all the new things coming down the pike (is it me, or is the Fall television season taking forever to get here?). Then Nicole and I made it a stoop night since those will be coming to an end sooner than I personally want them to.

Saturday I hung out with my mom during the day. Later, Lisa and I headed to the city for an adventure Downtown. We went to the Seaglass Carousel in Battery Park. Actually, we started out at the San Gennaro feast in Little Italy, but it was super crowded, kind of humid and I was hungry with nowhere to eat (#crowds). All of this signaled that it was time to leave.

We hopped in an Uber and headed over to Battery Park. I’ve been wanting to ride this carousel for a while now. First of all, it’s really pretty. Second, I didn’t have to straddle a horse. Third, I could finally live my dream of living like Ariel, unda da sea, even for a few minutes.

to my family – i made sure to take selfies and document this ride to prove i actually went on. not only did i get on the carousel, i went on one of the fish that go up and down! beanie the benchwarmer is growing up!

After the ride, I was desperate for food. The thing about downtown Manhattan is that there isn’t much on the weekends. There’s either really expensive places or fast food. No thanks. We stopped by the bull near the Stock Exchange and, of course, took a picture with my protege, Fearless Girl.

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After wandering aimlessly, we wound up in the village, at our favorite taco place, The Taco Shop, where I wanted 5032486 beef barbacoa tacos but only ordered 3 and photographed 0. Trust me, they were amazing, as was the Diet Coke from the glass bottle. delicioso!

Before heading to the train, we walked over to Washington Square Park, which is always a good time. It does my slightly hippie, slightly bohemian, liberal heart good to sit and observe the goings-on.

Sunday was spent, surprise, surprise on the couch until dinner time. I went for what will probably be the last slice of pizza from L & B for the season. Fall, you’re lovely, but you came too fast and I’m not ready for you. No photos of that either, but I’m sure if you scroll through my instagram, you’ll find one, eventually.

I’ll include Monday on here, because why not? After work, I came home and had dinner and then went to pick up my bridesmaid’s dress for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday.

And that’s it. See you next week with wedding photos! If not next week, hopefully before their first anniversary.

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photo dump: world photography day

Your eyes are not deceiving you, I’m actually posting on a Saturday! It’s a special Saturday because it’s also World Photography Day. Being that I am a true professional*, I would love to share some of my favorites to the masses**

*totally not a professional

**all 5 of you

I’ve posted most (all, probably) of these in previous posts but let me have this.

Obviously, some are more edited than others, some are straighter than others, some are overall better than others, but they all make me feel good. I could tell you a story about each one. I have, if you look hard enough, but I’m not going to do that right now. I haven’t been out with my camera probably since I was in California and I miss it. I have to get back on the horse and as soon as I do, I’ll be sure to inundate these pages with photo dumps. lucky ducks.

 

weekend update: burgers, shakes and statues

I don’t do weekend recap posts often, but when I do… they’ll be here. I actually did things this weekend and since I have some time to write about them, I figured, why not?

Lisa’s birthday is next week but being the busy adults we are, we penciled in plans for Saturday night. Jessica’s landlord is a producer on Saturday Night Live and as a birthday surprise, Jess was able to score tickets for her and Lisa to see the show. The host was Aziz Ansari, who we happened to see as a special guest at the Comedy Cellar. He used some of the same jokes in his monologue and I felt special because I heard them first. so ha! Nicole and I met them for dinner near the studio at Bill’s Bar and Burger, where I got the most delicious cookies and cream shake and an equally delicious burger complete with smoked mozzarella and some sort of BBQ bacon sauce.

It’s a big year for us. We’re turning 30, and as of September, we are celebrating 25 years of friendship. 25 years. Our friendship is a functioning adult. We aren’t, but our friendship is.

After we finished dinner, we left and unknowingly entered Gotham. The fog was so strong, it ate the top half of 30 Rock. I wanted to wait around and see if we could catch a glimpse of Batman, but I was concerned that the Ben Affleck version might show up so I carried on with my night.

After we dropped Lisa and Jessica off at SNL and after a failed vlogging attempt by yours truly, Nicole and I headed for the train since we both had to work the next morning. If you weren’t aware, the Women’s March was held on Saturday in cities all over the world. Naturally, I was looking for stragglers at 10pm, when the event ended at 4.That’s my middle name – day late, dollar short.

A quick word on what’s going on out there. First, I believe in marches like the ones held on Saturday. They were non-violent, people came out en masse, and the participants got their point across. I am so disappointed in myself that I didn’t give myself the opportunity to get out there. Second, the vile tweets, memes and posts that are connected to the women’s march hashtag are shameful. There are a handful of people on my Facebook feed that have made the most asinine comments about the women involved with the march, calling them ugly, stupid, fat, disgusting, etc. WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?! Not only is it not true, but pretty, smart, skinny, desirable women don’t need/already have rights? (actually, i think i just found a topic for someone who organizes their thoughts better than me to write about. the privilege of the skinny, pretty girl.there’s just so much to be said.) All of this being said, I guess the bottom line is the problem with today is everyone thinks their opinion is the right one and the only one. Myself included i guess since here we are on my blog.

Moving on.

On our way to the train, Nicole and I passed the big LOVE statue on 6th Ave. On the ground around the statue were signs from the march. JACKPOT. If I wasn’t going to find a protest, this was the next best thing, in my opinion.

I threw my camera at Nicole and had a photo shoot with one of my favorite signs. I should have picked up a few of them but there were people waiting to take their own pictures in front of the statue. I didn’t want to be rude.

 

sign: Ok we get it. you won. now GROW UP.

That sign, for me, was directed less at Trump and more at Facebook. Well, those select few.

I had put my sign down and was walking away when a man told me to pick it up again. “Me?” I said. “Yea, you”, he replied. And just like that there is someone in this city who I don’t know from a hole in the wall with my picture on his cellphone. Too bad he was old enough to be my father and I think he was with his husband so, there’s always next time.

We got home just in time to see the cold open for SNL. I stayed up to watch Weekend Update and then I was out like a light.

Sunday morning while I was at work (ugh.) I got a phone call from my cousin telling me that they would be in Brooklyn if I wanted to meet for dinner. Not one to say no to a good roast beef sandwich (Brennan and Carr, FTW), I accepted. There are no photos because I forgot and because sometimes the best foods aren’t the prettiest.

Now I’m relaxing, hoping this Nor’easter that we’re supposed to get tomorrow keeps the people away from the office. Sure, it makes the day drag, but I have a book to read.

What did you get up to this weekend? Did you march? Tell me all about it!

comedy is comedy and i’m here to laugh

If you’ve been here for a while, you know that Lisa, Jessica, Nicole and I have a tradition of going into the city at Christmas time to see the lights, tree, windows, or at the very least, for dinner and drinks. Last night, our schedules allowed for us to get together and uphold this.

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Nicole works on the Upper West Side so we made the trek and met her up there for dinner. After we ate, we walked Nicole to the train station because she had to go to work today so she made good decisions and went home. Jess, Lisa and I made our way to the Village to go to a comedy show.

The show was late and we were early, so we hung out for a little while and before we knew it, it was time to line up and go to our seats.

The show was at The Village Underground. This place is basically Mecca of the New York comedy scene. Actually, the Village, in general, is the Mecca of the New York Comedy scene. The walls were lined with pictures of every great comedian who has ever graced their stage. Seinfeld, Rock, Chappelle. Oh my!

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We sat down, ordered our two items to meet the minimum, and waited for the show to start. It was a boys club last night, which kind of made me feel very retro. Kind of loved it, kind of felt weird by it. But comedy is comedy and I was there to laugh.

Each comedian had either had their own special on Comedy Central or is on TV in some capacity. As a matter of fact, when I got home I turned on my television and Comedy Knockout was on TruTv. One of the comedians I had just saw not an hour before, was on the show, so that was cool. Also on the ticket were Michael Che (SNL), Ari Shafir, Andrew Schultz (Guy Code), Ardie Fouqua (idk, sounded familiar) amongst other amazing comedians.

They have a strict, strict no pictures, videos, matter fact just turn your cellphone off policy so you’re just going to have to believe what I say next. There were no one but two special guest comedians last night. Want to guess who they were? I’ll give you a hint. The first one is a jack of all trades, Master of None.

If you guessed Aziz Ansari, you’d be… CORRECT! Apparently, he’s looking into getting back in to stand up so he was trying out some new stuff. This is where, had I been allowed to take pictures, I would include one of him on stage in his gray sweater with a lemon on it, but you’ll just have to picture it.

The second surprise guest I don’t have a hint that will rival the creative-ness of the last one so I’ll just tell you. It was Louis CK. And, again, had I been allowed to take video, this is where you’d watch him tell the crowd why suicide is a viable option in most situations. Instead, I’ll just leave the fact girl clip from his show, because, why not? And because I kind of love it.

sidenote: he wore that exact outfit last night.

A piece of advice: if you want the chance to see really great (famous) comedians for just a cover charge and a two-item minimum (Diet Coke – $3.50, basket of fries – $4.00 – CHEAP) go to the latest show that you can get into. The big names “stop by” at the later shows. Jessica’s husband saw Robin Williams that way. So, worth it.

The show let out at about 1:45am so it was time to hail a cab and go home. My face needed to be washed and my eyes needed to rest.

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a little ball of nerves, mixed with hope, a healthy dash of desperation and some uncertainty.

Hey guys! Long time, no blog, I feel. There’s a bunch of interesting things going on with me right now. Some I am not even ready to talk about yet; still cooking, if you will. But, I did want to fill you in on what I could so here we go.

it has taken so long to get this post started – with editing photos and finding gifs –  i feel so out of practice.

Last week I had a meeting with someone at an employment agency. I’m not the most comfortable with going into the city by myself but I’ll do it when it is absolutely necessary and getting a new job is absolutely necessary. Armed with my MetroCard and my resume I hopped on the train and was on my way. I felt like Pee-Wee; on a big adventure.

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I had to take the train to 42nd Street/Grand Central. The train ride was faster than I anticipated so I got there much earlier than expected. This worked out in my favor because I was a little ball of nerves, mixed with hope, a healthy dash of desperation and some uncertainty. To combat this, I tried to put myself into my happy place (which is usually Central Park, but more on that later). I wanted to bring my camera, but decided that would be a little weird so I said a prayer to the camera phone gods that mine wouldn’t act up and took a detour to the Main Concourse for some distraction photography.

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Fun fact: the third level of the Main Concourse is an Apple store. I had no idea until I stormed up there for a better angle. They were nice about it, but I felt like I was intruding so I snapped a few shots on my non-iPhone and quickly scuttled out of there. I could have explored Grand Central for hours, but I had a potentially life-changing meeting to get to so I tore myself away.

I was still running pretty early so once I knew I was close enough to where I had to be, I found a McDonalds where I had my second iced coffee of the day. It wasn’t the best idea because too much coffee gives me the shakes, but I figured, what the hell, at least I’ll be on my toes. When I couldn’t wait/stall any longer I gathered myself and headed for my meeting. I walked in, signed in with security, hit the button for the 3rd floor, and eventually figured out that I was in the wrong building. and we’re off to a good start. Back down I went.

I walked next door, to the correct building, signed in, hit the button for the third floor and was finally on my way to new beginnings. I filled out all of the necessary paperwork and then I waited. My name was called, I was escorted to a conference room and then I waited. Over 30 minutes later, my recruiter comes in. I’m not going to go into details, but I will say that my hope was rapidly decreasing and my anxiety was rapidly increasing. That’s what happens when it is implied that you’ve lied on your resume (which i would never, ever do). As soon as I was told that I could leave, I gathered my stuff and got out of there.

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Like I said before, I wanted to bring my camera so that when I was done, I could celebrate taking this first step to emancipation by walking around Central Park taking pictures. Since I decided against bringing it and I was feeling low, I walked the other way, towards Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. I should have gone to the park because AJ from the Backstreet Boys was there with his wife and daughter. I could have asked him for a little I Want It That Way to boost my spirits. Oh well.

Anyway, I walked to Saint Pat’s because I wanted to light a candle. I love lighting candles there because they’re legitimate candles. At my local church, all you do is press a button and a light comes on. Call me crazy, but it sort of loses something. When I walked in I noticed that there was a mass going on. I figured I’d light the candle, sit for a minute and then sneak out the back. I asked the security guard when mass was over because I wanted to take pictures and the Catholic in me just couldn’t do it when the priest was giving communion. I lit my candle and decided to sit for a minute; the Catholic guilt about sneaking out was too strong. I was a bit in awe of the people walking around taking pictures in the middle of mass. Frankly, I was getting annoyed because even though I know this is not an everyday kind of experience and that most, if not all, of the photographers/gawkers were tourists, it just felt rude to me. Then I realized that I was receiving mass at Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. Granted, Cardinal Dolan wasn’t up at the altar and it seems like at lunchtime they sort of become a mass factory, but still, I had to stay. Eventually, the rituals of the mass came back to me and I found myself reciting all of the prayers from my childhood. I fit right in. When it was over and I knew there was a half an hour before the next one started, I got up and walked around a little bit. I took some pictures, but definitely want to go back with my regular camera because, STAINED GLASS.

After I left Saint Pat’s I was going to get something to eat but honestly, I was ready to go home. Luckily, the bus was on its way so I waited for it and just over an hour later, I was pulling in to my stop.

So that’s my update. I’m finally starting to take my job in my hands. The meeting might not have been what I wanted it to be but, I didn’t know what to expect at all so it is what it is. I’m going to fix my resume and send it back to them and see where that takes me. I’ll definitely keep you posted!

What’s up with you?

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last leg of the tour!

Here is, as promised, the final installment of the 5th Avenue tour. I wouldn’t leave you wandering around and since you paid for it, you should get it. If you haven’t paid, let me know and I’ll give you my PayPal email.

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Anyway, this last part will be a collection of things. We have to backtrack to the tree but, like I said before, we’re saving the best for last. By now we’ve watched the light show at Saks and have somehow have been carried by the crowd and are now standing across the street from Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. She’s a beauty.

They’re holding a mass, so we can’t go in for picture taking. It’s totally worth a return trip though. It’s time to turn around and get swept up in the tree crowd again. Ready? Hold on tight.

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It’s a real beaut, Clark. All SPRUCE(d) up and looking good!

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That concludes this tour of 5th Ave at Christmas.Please remember all of your belongings and to tip your driver. As a bonus, here’s a picture of the stars at the Shops at Columbus Circle. They aren’t on 5th but I love them and wanted to share.

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FESTIVE.

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window watching: Bergdorf Goodman

This year it’s been very hard for me to get into any kind of Christmas spirit. Actually, let me clarify that. I’m smack dab in the middle of not wanting anything to do with Christmas and Buddy the Elf. It’s a weird feeling. It probably doesn’t help that the weather has been absolutely not Winter in New York. As a matter of fact, Lisa and I made a trip to Central Park and for a minute, I forgot Thanksgiving had passed already. The trees still had leaves on them. Beautiful, fall colored leaves. It was warm. Too warm for my wool peacoat. It’s December and I could be outside for more than five minutes and still feel my face? Lunacy!

In an effort to take the plunge into Christmas, after Central Park we walked down 5th Ave to see whatever windows weren’t mobbed and, of course, the tree. Because I don’t want to innundate this post with pictures (no, i’m feeling fine.), I’m going to break up this post and the next two or so into each set of windows we saw. For example, from the direction we were coming from, we hit Bergdorf Goodman first so this post is of their windows. I’m going to post them in the order that we saw them as we walked. A 5th Ave walking tour without leaving your house!

Ever since I watched “Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s”, I’ve been obsessed with this store. If you haven’t seen it, get on Netflix, now. It’s not a hard hitting documentary that exposes the lives of Manhattan socialites and their shopping habits so don’t get too excited. It just tells the history of the store, its famous patrons, and it even tells how the holiday windows are made. It was one of those documentaries that are so much fun that you never want them to end. It also gives a glimpse into a world that I will personally never know, personal shopping. *swoon* Bergdorf’s is the highest of high end. Why shop for yourself when someone else can do it for you? Sales Associates, by the way, can make upwards of $120,000. Or $500,000 but that’s up for debate. (except i totally believe it. call me gullible.)

I’m not sure what the over all theme of this year’s windows is except SPARKLES. EVERYWHERE.

Sorry for the quality of some of these. The crowds weren’t too bad but they were enough that you just wanted to keep it moving.

Which window segment was your favorite? I love the party scene.

Let’s discuss!

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a very british friday five!

GUUUUYYYSSSS- I had so much to write about this Friday. HAD. I forgot it all. I need to start writing things down. I’m going to try to dig deep into my Swiss cheese brain and put together everything I’m loving this week.

  1. One Direction’s latest album came out a week ago. They all sound amazing but Harry and Liam slayyy on this album. There’s been rumors that this is their answer to Taylor’s 1989. And, no, I wasn’t the one who started them. Honestly, I give the people who think of/notice these things a ton of credit. Where do you find the time? Don’t get me wrong – I looove overanalyzing celebrity relationships but I think I have to draw the line at combing over each song line by line, comparing it to what Taylor wrote. I also think they put things in songs to rile the fans up. those jokesters.

1a. This tweet made me so happy. I can’t deal.

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2. Speaking of British musicians, Adele’s (much anticipated) album came out today. Target has three extra songs on their version so I guess I’m making a Target run today.

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MOVE OVER ELIZABETH, ADELE IS QUEEN.

I know I included this video in my last post but I just love it. I love her whole attitude, like I’m here to tear shit up. LET’S GO. #getitgirl

3. My mom started watching Call the Midwife on Netflix and wouldn’t stop talking about it so, always one to follow the crowd, I started it too. If you don’t know what it’s all about, it’s set in the late 50’s at a convent in London’s East End. It’s follows the story of a young midwife who is new and not used to living in/around poverty. It’s based on a true story. I’m doing a horrible job of describing it so just take my word for it. It’s a little slow if you aren’t used to PBS originals, but all of the characters are likable which is really nice. Oh, and guess who plays one of the nuns- Pam Ferris. You may know her as THE TRUNCHBULL.

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4. Lisa and I went into the city last week, Friday to be exact. We had just started to hear about what was happening in Paris. On the corner of 6th Avenue and 51st Street (? it was a block away from Radio City) I came across this statue. I took more pictures that night but I think this one is relevant and the others can wait.

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I’m not going to talk about Paris or what else is going on in the world because, quite frankly, it scares me. I know it scares everyone but I just can’t think about all of it right now. They say to not live in fear and to carry on with your life, which will make the bad guys lose. So, if you don’t mind, I’m just going to live in my bubble for right now.

5. I don’t really have a fifth item, or maybe I did but since I didn’t write anything down, I guess we’ll never know. I’m just going to insert a picture of my coworkers and I after the Thanksgiving Dinner event. If you follow me on instagram you probably saw this already. #sorrynotsorry.

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As a bonus, here’s a picture in my apron, because I’m so domestic.

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Still waiting for my pearls and a martini.

This Sunday are the AMAs – who’s watching? I can’t promise I’ll live – tweet the event but I’ll definitely be somewhere on the internet, lurking.

What’s going on with you?

Let’s discuss!

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photo dump: central park, where else?

I’ve had these pictures hanging out, waiting to be posted for a little while now, but I haven’t gotten a chance to actually put it all together. Don’t get too excited, they’re of Central Park – again. I know, let’s all put our shocked faces on. Whatever. It was a nice day, albeit hotter than Hades. This time, Martina and Lisa’s Day of Fun started at the Shakespeare Garden, which is like something out of a fairy tale. Or the English countryside. I assume.

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I was too busy running around chasing butterflies, trying to get pictures of them, and failing miserably to get pictures of what was at the top of the stairs. Imagine a round English garden and that’s what’s upstairs. Not that I’m in any kind of situation for this to happen to me, but if I had to list a few places to get engaged, this would be pretty high on my list. take note, boys.

Before we left for the park, Lisa told me she was going to bring a sandwich and have a picnic. The last time we had a picnic in the park, we sat on a bench and watched a Men’s softball game. This time, we’re walking down the path and Lisa says, “Let’s sit here”. I look around and there’s no bench, no men in tight pants. I said, “Where?” “Right there”, she replies, pointing to an open space of grass. She walks over, opens her bag and pulls out a bedsheet, spreads in out, sits down and starts getting her sandwich out of her bag. Thankfully, there was a hot dog vendor nearby so I bought myself a hot dog since I really didn’t believe we were picnicking in the park. From where we sat we had an excellent view of the back of the Belvedere Castle and the trees provided excellent shade.

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After we ate, people and dog watched, we started our journey down to the East Side. I keep forgetting that Central Park is basically the Met’s backyard. One day, I’m not going to make myself not look like a subway troll and I’m going to go to the steps of the Met, channel my inner Blair Waldorf, and have lunch. #pagingchuckbass Except I heard that that’s not allowed so I guess a quick photoshoot will have to suffice. Through the trees, I spotted 5th Avenue and like the Ansel Adams that (I think) I am, I stopped and took 400 photos, even making Lisa move the weeds out of my way. #ineedanassistant #thatswhatfriendsarefor

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The building on the right is Marymount, which is an extremely Catholic school, or so I was told. Either way, it sure is pretty.

We made our way down past Alice in Wonderland to visit Hans Christian Anderson. Good old Hans. I take the same picture every time we come to see him, but I really don’t care. After we said goodbye to Uncle Hans, we started back on our journey down and out of the park.

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Finally, we made it to the Bethesda Fountain. I’ve been trying to get artistic shots of her for a while now and today was no different. What was also not any different was the fact that I still couldn’t nail the shot I wanted. There’s always next time because you know, sure as shit, I’ll be back.

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We walked through the mall, got a Hello Kitty ice cream bar, which promptly fell on the ground. Left the park and went over to Columbus Circle in search of a bathroom.

NEW YORKER TIP: DO NOT I repeat, DO NOT use the bathroom at the Starbucks near Columbus Circle. It was filthy and horrible. I actually felt bad for my shoes. So gross. But I was really desperate. I don’t know what that says about me and I’m not sure if I like it.

I was getting dark by the time we were ready to leave so my pictures of Columbus Circle are eh. I’ll have to go back at Christmas time because everything is prettier at Christmas. Wait for it.

We had finally had enough of the heat and humidity so we decided to head home. While we waited for the train I looked down at my arm and it was literally wet from the humidity. Ahhh, Summer in the City.

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And that’s that. Now I’m waiting for the mail because Amazon says that Mindy Kaling’s new book will be delivered today. Gotta love Prime!

What’s going on with you?

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14 years

September 11th is my generation’s Kennedy assassination. I could remember being in the car with Jessica and her mom, so nervous about being late to school. It was the first week of my freshman year of high school so I was a ball of nerves. We were listening to Z100 and I could still hear Elvis, the morning DJ, announce that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and they didn’t know if it was some sort of freak accident or a deliberate attack. I tried to put it out of my head because I had other things to worry about, like navigating through the 2,999 other students to get to class. I finally made it to my math classroom when the fire alarms started to ring. Within minutes, the whole school was back outside. “Does this have something to do with the plane crash?” I wondered. After about 45 minutes of waiting around, we found out that the school had a bomb scare. I found some friends and together we asked a teacher if we could leave. “I can’t tell you to go and I can’t tell you to stay.” he responded. We started to walk home when my friend’s mother pulled up next to us and told us to get in to the car. She dropped me off at home where I tried to call my mom at work. The phone lines were crossed and I kept getting different departments. I turned on the TV and saw that this “plane crash” was all over the news. My mom was finally able to get through. As we were talking, Jessica came pounding on my door. She told me that I couldn’t stay home alone and that her mom would take me to her house. I had no idea what to do, so I went. In the car, I found out that tower one had collapsed. We got back to Jessica’s and sat around the TV for the rest of the afternoon. Images of people covered in dust and debris filled the screen. We watched the buildings fall, people wander aimlessly in total shock, the first responders trying to help whoever they could. Lower Manhattan was a ghost town. It was unbelievable that just across the river all of this madness was going on. My mom came straight to Jessica’s house after work to pick me up. We went home and tried to process what just happened.

In the February following the attacks, I went with Jessica, her mom and her uncle to Ground Zero. Well, we were actually going to the Century 21 that’s down the block, but since we were there and it was open enough to the public, we figured we would take a peek. It was still being cleaned up, bodies/body parts were still being found. There was dust still lingering on some of the buildings. I’ll never forget the bike. It was covered in dust and missing person’s flyers. It must have belonged to a messenger or courier and was attached to a pole, as if it were waiting for its owner to come back for it. The missing persons flyers were everywhere. Smiling faces of people who… well. We passed Trinity Church, which I remember, looked so dark and scary. The air was heavy. Not so much with dust but with sadness. It’s a feeling that I’ll never forget. The city, usually so alive and loud, seemed to just stop.

A few weeks ago, after we paid Taylor Swift a visit, Lisa and I took a walk over to One World Trade. Maybe because the last time I was there it was nighttime, but it felt so bright. Too bright. There were tourists everywhere. Now, you know how I feel about tourists, but this was too much. I think the problem is that the area is too clean now. It’s too sparkly and flashy, which makes it hard to believe or remember that anything bad happened here. It looks like another one of New York’s famous landmarks, which I guess it sort of is now, huh? I think whoever planned this out did a lovely job, but it’s New York and it needs some grit. Maybe if there was something (other than the museum) to keep people grounded and put things into perspective, it would be a little better. Maybe they should have figured out a way to keep the bike there. I’m sure it was taken away a long time ago, long before the area became all shined and prettied up. Then again, with all of the visitors that come it would probably get lost in the shuffle and its significance would basically be nothing. Because let’s face it, there could be all the signs and staff in the world offering information, but people are going to read and hear what they want to read and hear.  Lisa and I, quite frankly, couldn’t afford to go up to the Observation Deck (but it’s definitely on my list of things to do) or down in to the museum so we just passed through the hoards of people to get to the reflection pools. This is where I get a little annoyed with my tourist friends.

Maybe it’s because I’m a New Yorker. And maybe because of that I can’t separate myself or be unbiased. The reflection pools were surrounded by people. Cool, until it wasn’t. These people were taking selfies and letting their kids stand on the ledge of the pool. I don’t want to be that Touchy Tammy who shits on someone’s vacation but show some respect. The reflection pools were built in the footprints of the Twin Towers. So, again, not to piss on anyone’s good time, you are essentially letting your kid stand on someone’s final resting place. #sorrynotsorry Maybe I shouldn’t say anything because I was there taking pictures too, but I wasn’t making the Freedom Tower my selfie backdrop and I sure as hell had my feet on the sidewalk.

About a week ago I saw someone from high school post a Facebook status that 9/11 should be a national holiday. Sorry (not really), but I’m going to have to disagree. September 11th should be remembered and treated with respect. It should not be an excuse to get a day off from work. It should also not be another day for stores to make a profit on. I could wait for October and it’s lovely Columbus Day sales. Thanks for discovering America, Chris. And also for this 30% discount on these fabulous shoes! #hypocritemuch?

Have you been to the Freedom Tower? September 11th as a national holiday – yay or nay?

Let’s discuss!

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