1. You apparently can not bring a pocket knife, even a little one, in through airport security. My boyfriend is a genius and brought his swiss army knife to the airport, because he “forgot about it”. How do you not remember that you can’t bring a weapon to the airport?
2. Philadelphia is the most graffitied city on the country. We flew in to Philly and took the train from there because plane tickets are crazy expensive right now. In riding the train I saw way more graffiti and broken bottles/ beer cans on the side of the tracks than any where else. Definitely way dirtier than New York. Secondly, there is apparently no good side of Philly, the entire city appears to be on the wrong side of the tracks. Can you say “ghetto”? I can.
3. New Jersey is gross too.
4. If I go to a stand-up comedy night all the comics think that I am chock-full of piercings and/or tattoos. I was called out twice, do I look like a hard-core badass?
5. Women in New York are very kind/ helpful. I was complimented several times yesterday on my outfit, and to have New York women approve of my ensemble is kind of a big deal. A girl on the subway also very discreetly told me that my dress/ slip was riding up, i.e. my ass was becoming visible to the entire subway car.
6. Men in New York however have no shame or subtlety. Even walking hand in hand with your boyfriend doesn’t stop men here from blatantly checking a girl out.
7. If there is something cool and free here, then turns out, everyone already knows about it, and they will be there before you. Between 6 and 8 on Fridays the Guggenheim is free/ pay what you wish, which is awesome, but the line was around the block by the time we got there. We decided it wasn’t worth it and just walk around Central Park (the cherry blossoms are in bloom!), next time I suppose.
8. Dinosaurs rock my world. We went to the Natural History Museum and there is an entire floor dedicated to mammoth, saber tooth tiger, and Dinosaur skeletons. Freaking amazing! I was like a little kid. We also saw this awesome gem and mineral exhibit where I saw the biggest, most perfect diamond ring ever, and it was the “Armstrong Diamond”. Coincidence? I think not.
9. I love New York. It’s cliched, it’s obvious. But I love this city, it is absolutely perfect weather, and so far it is the perfect weekend with two more days to go.
I also love New York. I love being a tourist.
I don’t really understand the one about the comedy club.
We went to a stand up comedy night at a coffee shop and the comics kept pointing me out in the crowd when discussing tattoos or piercings.
Yea…but WHY. You’re covered with tattoos and piercings now, arn’t you…Gross, Lia. Gross.