New York.
I’ve spent the weekend perusing the finest shopping districts, eating delicious over-priced food and drinking the most lavish drinks I’ve ever had in my life. The night kicked off Saturday at a bar owned by Pete Wentz called “Angels and Kings”. Hesitant at first, I quickly warmed up to the quaint digg, and found myself babbling to a rather cute bartender. I told him “This is your town, show me what you’ve got! Surprise me!” and he made the craziest drinks. So good. After a few, we bounced and head off to a club called LIT. For my LA friends, it is comparable to Moscow, just a little more “underground” like. They were blasting the strokes, and we took some shots. New York state of mind came over the dance floor and everyone sang it very loudly. Clearly, in NY these people make it know that they LOVE this place. After an evening of drinking and hopping cabs and subways, I made my way back to the hotel. Sunday morning my friend and I head towards town square. I cant even begin to explain what it was like. Sensory overload. Lights, sounds, smells, hot/cold. I felt slightly disoriented, and with every passing block, I felt the need to blend in as much as possible, I tried to sneak photos of things without looking like a tourist. I snagged some pizza , which to be honest wasn’t all that I expected it to be. Dear New York, your pizza is overrated, shoot me. However, I have never seen so many attractive people in one area in my life. I have never seen this many people out and about during the day in my entire life.
Right now I am kicking it in ALbany, about a two hour train ride from the city staying with my friend. There is a cat to my left and a window to my right from which I see snow piled on the sidewalks and streetlights swaying in the wind.
New York. I finally made it out this way. I love it. After flying over NY and realizing how big this place is, how many people there are… I felt very, very small. It’s easy to get caught up in the day to day stresses of paying the bills, feeling lonely & exhaustion, but it all seems to disappear when you are surrounded by thousands and thousands of people in such high concentration. There is a point to this, and I’m having a hard time explaining it, but I think overall seeing this city really makes one realize that there are billions of people, and opportunities out there, and the thought of getting hung up over one thing gone sour, is absolutely absurd. By all means, enjoy what you do have, but don’t sweat it when it’s gone.
I’m sure there is a dark haired, sweet, spontaneous boy out there for me, or two, or three… somewhere. We have so many choices, all of us do.
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