Kyle and I decided, just now, that we’re going to New York City tomorrow. Just now. Because we can do that. And it kinda blows my mind.
Despite the fact that my dreams no longer involve dancing on Broadway, NYC is still a bit of a special place in my heart. It’s sort of like my Mecca. It’s a place where food is good and art is prevalent and shopping is fruitful, and I’m never the loudest person talking at any given time. And though I have no desire to ever attempt to life there, (because let’s be real here, people, we’d loose our box pretty damn fast,) I’ve always wanted to be one of those people who can say, “Oh, this purse? Yes, I got it in the city,” or, “Why, yes, we do enjoy our time in the city.” Of course, I will never be one of these people because I’m not a pretentious ass, but I would like to take full advantage of everything the city has to offer.
Moral of the story, we’re going to the city tomorrow, and inside I’m squealing like a little girl. I plan to do some irresponsible shopping, and we both plan to take some embarrassingly touristy pictures and eat our weight in hot dogs.
Because we can do that.