24 hours from now I will be waking up in the city that never sleeps, and spending the next 3 days completely oblivious to what is going on at home. I won't have to tell people my plans for the day, or respond to e-mails, or return messages, or make my bed.
Are you jealous yet? I'm going to see The Hives, hang on Bleecker Street, party at Cafe Wha?
How about now? Then there are the epic shopping sprees at Century 21 and Forever 21 and Bloomingdales and Canal Street. I left 1/2 my suitcase empty in preparation.
You're starting to hate me at this point, I know. Did I mention the food? Blue Fin for breakfast, Magnolia cupcakes for lunch, Da Silvano's (and maybe a celebrity sighting) for dinner. Oh, and the drinking at every bar I can find.
The bad news: I'm taking the Greyhound overnight and staying in a hostel. But then again, the hostel is minutes away from Central Park, and the whole trip cost less than $350 for 3 days/nights, so I guess it's not really bad news after all. See you Monday.
2 comments:
buy me something nice. please.
sounds good, have fun
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