It had been 10 years since my last trip to New York City.  The boyfriend, aka @TheB0y, invited me there to watch the infamous ball drop on New Year’s Eve.   No, not a ball on a little boy as he would say.   We decided to welcome in 2009 in style.  As a typical girl, I packed everything I owned in the largest piece of luggage I had and away we went for 5 days.

Overall, our trip was a blast.  I got several pairs of designer jeans, cute new boots, a few other odds and ends.  Plus we ate great food, saw a great comedy show (Boeing Boeing), stayed up late every night, had steamy toe curling sex, had a great New Year’s Eve celebration and stayed in the coolest hotel room ever.

Night Hotel, New York City

As any great story goes, it isn’t all good.

Tempers.  New York brings out the worst in people.  I found myself calling anyone who got in my way a bad name.  Generally I’d do this in a sweet voice while smiling.  It would go something like this, “Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk is perfect, you stupid fucking dumbass.”  Not one victim of my rage confronted me.  Lucky for them.  I may have kicked some ass.  Tempers go both ways.  Although @TheB0y is a kind person, he must have looked extra ferocious this particular day.  A panhandler sitting on the the sidewalk hoping for spare change tried to trip him as he walked by.  I couldn’t believe that this wasted old lady had such quick reflexes.  I swear @TheB0y wasn’t balancing a jarful of change on his head.

Shoes.  Pointy toed 4″ heeled boots aren’t practical in a city where you’re expected to walk.  A lot.  I suggest bringing comfortable shoes.  I don’t own any, but it is good advice for all others.  Since the shopping in NYC is great, I indulged.  I bought a great black leather English style riding boots.  Logistically, these boots were the perfect purchase.  Flat heels, stylish, cold weather boots.  After wearing them for 20 minutes I wondered how the razor blades got into the heels of these new boots.  I was forced to walk on my tiptoes for the rest of the afternoon to prevent my foot from being severed at the ankle.

I’m convinced New York is where survival of the fittest was invented.  When cars are moving and people are walking, there is a conflict.  They both think they own the road.  Street lights mean nothing.  They are merely a way to add color to a dreary city street.  There is a time when being comfortable in the spotlight really comes in handy. Hailing a taxi cab.  It’s an art really.  One must thrust their entire body into the street nearly putting oneself in front of headlights to be noticed.  I was oddly successful with this.   

Eating and drinking.  Plenty of choices.  I’m more of a sit down in a restaurant gal versus order at the street cart and eat while you walk person.  With that luxury, you pay a fortune. On one occasion and not an uncommon event, I ordered a glass of Chardonnay with lunch.  Actually l had two. It should be mentioned that this was the only Chardonnay served by the glass.  Yeah, $19.  A glass.  The buzz was equal to those I get from the more reasonably priced (for New York standards) $8 glass.  Felt a bit ripped off when all I did was take a nap afterwards.

$19 Chardonnay

My next trip to NYC will be when they invent comfortable stylish shoes, create a way to pack wine in my bra and keep it at room temperature, offer skywalks away from cars and streets and make all other tourists go away for the week.  Oh yeah, and after I win the lottery.   New York City, I love you.  But not for another 10 years.

Tags: city, shoes, trip

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