Being in New York for a weekend is like hanging out with your super fun friend who does not know how to chill out. Street fairs! Two brunches in one day! Bars that don't close! Excess! But I am never, never sad to go home. In fact, I may have once called the flight from my home town to Newark - "the saddest flight in the world". But I think that was bitterness about having to go back to school.
Also, I really like this book which I saw someone reading on the plane.
http://www.amazon.com/River-Town-Years-Yangtze-P-S/dp/0060855029/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-9334674-7740839?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1181584565&sr=8-1
Also, I wish I knew how to put a picture of it on the blog.
Also, I wish I had a job that allowed me the long attention span necessary to make a longer. more coherent post.
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Making out with three strangers in one night..."removing" a bottle of vodka from a bar because you bought bottle service and therefore it's "yours"...skipping work so you can hang out with your dog...parading through the streets screaming "Freedom is on the March" because you made out with a Marine.... Do you think these things are wrong? As the ingenious Dana Fox once said: "Only if you hate awesome." Come on, people. Don't hate awesome.
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