NYC

Generally come Friday afternoon, I feel as though I have the news of the entire world (at least my world) to share with anyone who will want to hear. I’m unsure if I am too tired, too busy, or just too done with this week- but here I sit…


I was in NYC all last week. My high aspirations of endless hours wandering down city streets were squashed by the need to work while I was there. What?!?! Who knew that a business trip would actually consist of a lot of business?

I did have a fabulous time. Prior to leaving I was convinced that I was going to turn into a Mexican due to the overindulgence on Mexican food here. In NY I thought I was going to be an Italian upon my return. Little Italy is genius. Really.

I got to shop at H&M, one of my fav’s from when I lived in France. I was soooo excited to see the store again, as for some reason they have a prejudice against the West Coast and have nothing west of Illinois. Please write them a letter- I need them here. Yes, some people have causes that better the world through helping others. My cause? Helping people look better at an affordable price.

One thing I have never been good about is tourists. They annoy me. Even worse is when I am a tourist. I always try to blend as best a possible to the local atmosphere. In NYC, a simple distain for the majority of the Stupid American’s who feel the need to venture out of the bible-belt or north of Kentucky, is generally all the camouflage one needs.

It took just about an hour for aggravation to fill my being, and people to begin asking me for directions. So I gave them the most accurate directions I could… I was merely trying to help (mind you with little to no knowedge as to where I may have been sending them). There could be some poor souls with screechingly retched accents still wandering through random side streets cursing the bitter NY girl that gave them the ‘directions’.

I caught a show (wanted to see a different one), fell in love with Soho, and had a beer at one of the oldest Tavern’s in the US… which I considered practice for a (months away) upcoming trip to Ireland. Really, any holiday that involves sitting in a pub with friends, drinking, being merry, and not feeling an ounce of guilt for not ‘seeing the sites’ as the sites are the interior of pubs… life is good.


This weekend go sit in a pub and have one for me... cheers.