let go of the worry, there's so much no body understands
my trip write up is going to be in two parts.
part 1 is LISTS!!
fast food restaurants i ate it and now feel disgusting about
1. burger king at the airport for breakfast on thursday. it was 20 minutes to boarding and there's nothing else in the entire terminal.
2. kfc. after getting ultra stupidly turned around on the way back to my aunt's house and it was 10 oclock last night and i was on the phone with my mother who was telling me about how she WITNESSED AN ARMED ROBBERY at a long john silver's over on metropolitan pkwy. i had something that i think was meant to be fish, but mostly tasted like saturated fat.
meat i ate in manhattan cause apparently i am a carnivore in nyc
1. papaya dog with mustard and onion
2. a 2nd papaya dog with mustard and onions
3. all the imaginary papaya dogs i have been fantasizing about eating. i will gladly accept your worst vegetarian ever awards and scorn.
number of different starbucks i went to and number of days i was actually in nyc
3 and 2
in new jersey i had dunkin donuts because it seemed more apprapos
number of hours spent dancing in 3 inch stilettos at my grandma's retirement party
2.5
number of really cute photographer assistants at retirement party
1
numbers of family members who told me "i know you don't remember me, but i remember you when you were a tiny little thing and i used to babysit for you and yada yada blah blah blah"
8
number of hours the check in line at laguardia was backed up this morning
2. luckily, because i chose to pack without needing to check a bag, i did not have to wait in that line. i kind of, um, laughed, at it. i don't believe i'll ever fly out of lga on a sunday again. that is ricockulous.
money spent on souvenirs
80. um, ooops?
number of times i got lost trying to get from downtown newark to bloomfield on the bus
3. i don't want to ever hear the words "new jersey transit" again in life. i had on my permanent I NEED AN ADULT-face.
number of greyhound bus tickets purchased for my brother because he couldn't face getting back on the plane to come home
1. he should be home in another 13 hours or so, but this is a story for the other post.
tears shed (in joy, stress, fear or otherwise)
oh jesus.
...and a good time was mostly had by most. i only listened to ryan adams this weekend, though i did have a surreal moment at the bank of america in times square when i looked up and panic! at the disco were dressed up like furries on a screen the size of an 8 story building.
part 1 is LISTS!!
fast food restaurants i ate it and now feel disgusting about
1. burger king at the airport for breakfast on thursday. it was 20 minutes to boarding and there's nothing else in the entire terminal.
2. kfc. after getting ultra stupidly turned around on the way back to my aunt's house and it was 10 oclock last night and i was on the phone with my mother who was telling me about how she WITNESSED AN ARMED ROBBERY at a long john silver's over on metropolitan pkwy. i had something that i think was meant to be fish, but mostly tasted like saturated fat.
meat i ate in manhattan cause apparently i am a carnivore in nyc
1. papaya dog with mustard and onion
2. a 2nd papaya dog with mustard and onions
3. all the imaginary papaya dogs i have been fantasizing about eating. i will gladly accept your worst vegetarian ever awards and scorn.
number of different starbucks i went to and number of days i was actually in nyc
3 and 2
in new jersey i had dunkin donuts because it seemed more apprapos
number of hours spent dancing in 3 inch stilettos at my grandma's retirement party
2.5
number of really cute photographer assistants at retirement party
1
numbers of family members who told me "i know you don't remember me, but i remember you when you were a tiny little thing and i used to babysit for you and yada yada blah blah blah"
8
number of hours the check in line at laguardia was backed up this morning
2. luckily, because i chose to pack without needing to check a bag, i did not have to wait in that line. i kind of, um, laughed, at it. i don't believe i'll ever fly out of lga on a sunday again. that is ricockulous.
money spent on souvenirs
80. um, ooops?
number of times i got lost trying to get from downtown newark to bloomfield on the bus
3. i don't want to ever hear the words "new jersey transit" again in life. i had on my permanent I NEED AN ADULT-face.
number of greyhound bus tickets purchased for my brother because he couldn't face getting back on the plane to come home
1. he should be home in another 13 hours or so, but this is a story for the other post.
tears shed (in joy, stress, fear or otherwise)
oh jesus.
...and a good time was mostly had by most. i only listened to ryan adams this weekend, though i did have a surreal moment at the bank of america in times square when i looked up and panic! at the disco were dressed up like furries on a screen the size of an 8 story building.