I heart NYC (part two)

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Flying into LaGuardia airport you pass over the city and the view is tremendous. From the sky, NYC looks toy-like, innocent, you should have nothing to fear. Once you get in the city, it will kick your ass and then the punch you in the face for good measure. I’ve always said living in New York is like a bad boyfriend you love or smoking. You know it’s bad for you, but you just can’t stop loving it.

So I arrive in NYC and let me tell ya, Mama can still kick it with New York, totally making my way through the subway with a big ass orange suit case without one causality or someone threatening to beat the shit out of me. I wanted to float above the city, take it all in and just fall in love because that what happens to me when I go to New York. Even when I lived there and was broke, I would go for walks at night and just absorb and gather all these romantic feelings that only New York can offer. This helped so much during hard times. It sounds snotty, but if you live in New York, you kinda think you’re better than everyone else. You can’t help it, it’s such an awesome city, but really hard to live in. By moving to New York you get a superiority complex, but in a good way.

I reconnected with a friend I haven’t seen in ten years (yet again). He and I laughed, walked, and sat. We looked at each other just to look and it felt like a wonderful sweater, the sweater that will always be your favorite. We met up with his friend, who made us laugh out loud all night long. Remember when you could sit around for hours in a bar and laugh? It’s been a long time since I’ve done that and it was too much fun.

Favorite phrases of the weekend

After discussing how weak the US dollar was to the British pound a very drunk Welshman quipped “Where’s you Boston Tea Party now?” We laughed for about two hours on that one.

“If I were in a Wheelchair I would totally play guitar”, said a friend on the subway after seeing a man in a wheelchair.

“Mollie, I always thought you were classy until this weekend”. A disillusioned friend on how I turned out.

I drank, oh how I drank. I danced. I saw many friends that were big parts in different chapters of my life and for those few days I had stepped back in time. I felt emotions, ideas, and opportunities that I forgot existed and it made me giddy.

I look forward to spring, when I return with Maggie, where she can fall in love with the City in her own way.

To see pics of my trip, go to my flickr site and they’re tagged with NYC.

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