Happy Wednesday, everyone!
Though this blog may be a couple of days late, I was busy having the time of my life in NYC with my friends for the weekend. I would say sorry, but I'm not. The city is truly a different world. This week, I will tell you a little bit about my experiences in NYC and how it differs from what I am accustomed to.
Having a car is a legitimate blessing.
After having to smell dirty people on the subway, falling over countless times on the subway, waiting for a bus and freezing my face off while walking through the city; I have never missed my Jetta more. I cannot imagine what it would be like to only have public transportation to rely on. In fact, I would have an anxiety attack every day.
Cab drivers rarely obey the speed limit and most traffic laws.
Last year, when I visited New York City, our cab driver rolled through a red light and hit a pedestrian in a crosswalk and then proceeded to drive away. When our friend yelled, "Sir, you just hit an individual" he grew angry at us. This time around, none of our drivers ran anyone over, but I did personally fear for my life on multiple occasions. From my friend's apartment to the Newark airport, I looked up twice from my phone to observe my surroundings. Once, we were cruising at a speed of 86mph and the second time my cab driver was slamming on the breaks only to come within inches of smashing the back bumper of the car in front of us on the highway.
The term "brunch" is used very loosely.
Where I come from, the term "brunch" is a fancy word for a late breakfast complete with coffee and a Belgium waffle. In NYC, brunch is a fancy word for drink your face off. Luckily, I was given a heads up to the events that were about to take place. Joel's birthday celebration at "brunch" was an absolute blast. I must say, walking back out of the club into the city at 4p.m. and realizing that it was still day time but my friends and I were wrecked was a new experience. Bottomless mimosas, screw drivers, bellinis, and bloody mary's will get you... every time.
It's not just Pittsburgh that houses straight-forward and idiotic men.
No, I do not want to come back to your apartment with you, and saying "got it?" as if I don't have a decision in the matter makes me want cause you physical bodily harm. Don't reach over and grab my phone when I'm on it, I don't even know you and I already hate you. It is not and will not ever be socially acceptable to grab my face while walking by me in a bar. I don't know you, and I certainly don't want to make out with you. Based on what I've seen of you, there is a 95% chance that you probably have mouth herpes. No, I will not give you my phone number after you just hooked up with my friend two hours ago.
No matter where you are and how outrageous you think you're being, someone around your general vacinity is outdoing you.
When Ana and I did cartwheels in the street, we were overshadowed by the homeless woman screaming in everyone's face as they exited the bar. When we rolled into the pizza shop 20 deep, the woman in the heels and full-length fur coat really took the attention off of us. When Meg got up on the booth at the bar and slapped the wall over and over again while singing at 6p.m. no one even batted an eyelash. When we went to the diner at 3a.m. with fifteen people, the table next to us had 20 people that thought they were on the cast of the Jersey Shore; all too tan and wearing animal print dresses.
People are continuously unaware of their surroundings.
If you know me, you know that my biggest pet peeve is slow walkers. This annoyance grew ten-fold in NYC. People that walk off of the subway and stop dead in everyone else's way is possibly the most annoying thing that I have ever witnessed. I understand that the city has big buildings and things that you may want to take photos of. But, before doing so, please get out of the way. You aren't the only person walking in downtown Manhattan. Get a grip.
Every now and then and when you least expect it, you meet someone that stands out from everyone else. This one is self-explanatory.
Other funny events:
Picked up a boy out of a potted plant outside of a bar. Next thing we know, he is in the cab with us. Said boy has an English accent, but tells us that he is from Denver. From this point on, I called him "taken." Ana falls out of a cab at a red light. Scott loses a bet and has to come to Pittsburgh to drive my friends and I around for a night whenever I say so. We spent most of the weekend talking about whether or not every girl is capable of certain sexual acts. We also spent some time asking men if they have ever witnessed said acts. A stranger asks me if I want to "sext" him. We watched a brawl in the middle of a bar in Hoboken. Evan and I do high kicks in the middle of the sidewalk after knowing each other for roughly ten minutes. I'm sure there is more, but I had too many beverages to remember it all.
That's all for now. I will write promptly next week. My birthday is next month so I suggest everyone mentally prepares themselves for what is about to go down. Andrea, I cannot wait to see you when you visit!
I hope that everyone has a great week and weekend,
Here's to enjoying our youth,
Xoxo
