Thursday morning I woke up to an email from my boss asking me to work from home because the weather was going to make my commute basically impossible. Nina's great like that. So I worked on the upcoming "20 Most Brilliant Things Ever Thought in the Shower" from the comfort of my dorm bed. It was a pretty chill day... no, but literally. It was freezing outside. And of course, Thursday was the day I was meeting a friend from Iowa in Times Square. And after someone travels that kind of distance, it's pretty hard not to at least try and make it into the city.
So around 5 o'clock I decided it was time to embark into the icy tundra. Of course, after waiting around for a bus that never came, I called public safety only to find out that since campus was closed, they didn't know if the buses were running either. Nor did they care that I almost drowned in the puddles on the street. In hindsight, maybe they had a right to laugh at my dramatics. I got sneaky and managed to find a way to the path station, and was only a little late getting to Times Square. I'm learning...
So two architects and a graphic designer walk into a pizza place... it sounds like a joke but that was how we ended up in Lombardi's. It was the pizza place my dad, Amy, and I ended up in and well... the place deserved second helpings. It did not disappoint. Next on the itinerary was cheesecake from Eileen's, because once again I'm basically obsessed. They deliver to anywhere in the country. What I'm saying, is if you're reading this, you should really look into it. That cake changes lives. Now you would think at this point my thighs and waistline were probably screaming for mercy - and honestly they were - but Nick had found a milk bar the night before.
Yes... a milk bar. And after hearing that, it's really hard not to try and find it again. So, the three of us set out to find the promised land. And though it snowed all day, it was now a down pour. I'm talking Noah's Ark in the Upper East Side. Life's not fair. We're soaked through, and we finally manage to find Momofuku (because of course a milk bar would come from Japan), and it made me completely reevaluate my previous statement on whether life was fair. We enjoyed crack pie (which is basically just a fat bomb covered in powdered sugar, I know how it sounds...) and cereal milk. Which tasted like the bottom of the bowl of cornflakes after all the, y'know, cornflakes are gone. I don't how they're selling something like that. But I don't mind.
Also randomly at some point, there was a print by one of my favorite illustrators hanging in the train. Marcos Chin is centered out of NYC, and I knew he'd done a series for Grand Central station, but I definitely didn't mind the serendipity of running into this bad boy. Once again, maybe life can be fair after all. After a pit stop at the boys' hotel in Times Square to dry off a bit and blow dry my boots (not kidding - that happened), Nick and I made our way to Stand Up NY to cash in those free tickets I got from the man whose blue rat peed on my hand. Basically, my life is a sitcom. And the comedy show was absolutely hilarious.
After the show I kind of just wandered around Times Square aimlessly, not entirely sure where my station was though of course the next day I'd figure out I was basically on top of it, and after a few words with some drunk guys outside of the bars, I decided it was about time to peace out. I hailed a taxi for what was originally intentioned to be the World Trade Center station, but decided if the buses weren't running before, I might as well just take this route back to school. At some point a girl's gotta draw the line between "I can handle this" and "This is Antarctica and I just want my bed." The taxi driver was probably one of the coolest guys ever, because after I told him I wasn't a local and he was nice enough to pretend he was surprised, he gave me a short tour of the city as we drove through it. We managed to navigate Jersey City after pulling over a few times to ask for directions and between laughing uncontrollably he managed to cut me a deal on my cab fare and even drove up on the sidewalk outside the school dates so I wouldn't almost drown in the puddles again. This guy gets it.
After dinner, Taylor and I made our way to Murray Hill to see what all the fuss was about. We decided on an Irish pub (I guess the UK was an unofficial theme for the night?) and got lucky with it being karaoke night. We laughed, we cried... at all of the acts. The only thing that could have possibly made more ears bleed would have been me taking the stage myself. But no, no such luck. Anyway, I ended up staying at Taylor's and it was a really great time.
But then of course, it turns out my wallet was missing. But not my debit card. Which was incredibly strange... And as luck would have it, the snow would pick up right as I was leaving Taylor's. So there I was, waiting for another bus that never came. And once more I hailed a taxi.
I basically swore I would never go outside in this weather again. Most likely unrealistic, but I'm sticking to it as long as I can. I peeled off my soggy clothes, crawled into bed, and checked my email. And wouldn't you know it? Someone had found my wallet, turned it in, and a police officer had contacted me that I could pick it up and a train station. The rest of my weekend? Basically rejoicing what wasn't the end of the world and staying warm. So very, very warm.
So in conclusion, New Yorkers are probably the BEST people in the world. But New York weather? That's a whole different story...
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