The masses swarmed. The buildings loomed. The concrete...was...everywhere. A long-anticipated rendevous with three girlfriends took me to the big and bold NEW YORK CITY!
I was in the heart of Chelsea. I've been to NYC at least six times before but my eyes were definitely open to new things this time. As the four of us laughed and drank and ate and strolled the city streets, a couple of questions kept coming to mind.
(Ah-hem) My questions for the people of NYC:
- Where are you all from? I mean REALLY! Where do you come from? Where do you go at night?
- What will you do when global warming causes the city to flood? Do you know how to exist outside of concrete and subways and insta-food?
- How do some of you manage to look so fuckin' fabulous with your leggings and cute shirts and rockin' bags and others of you look..well, quite frightful?
In addition to my questions, I would also like to thank the people of NYC for allowing me to wear my fabulous sparkling, strappy shoes. My feet are literally bruised from walking in them but it was F.U.N.! I would also like to send a shout-out to all the people who managed to also be awake at 4a.m., making me feel that it was perfectly acceptable to be out (okay. i should also thank Ms. Martini and Mr. Redbull and Mrs. Vodka). And thank you, NYC, for not embracing the mania of the anti-bit-bull fever and allowing pits of all shapes and ages to roam freely on your concrete streets. I do, however, hope that you afford them the opportunity to sniff some REAL, prestine grass in their lifetimes.
Past or present New Yorkers, please feel free to offer a response.
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