I want to write down some of my favorite memories of New York so that I don’t forget them. And to prove that I did enjoy myself a little bit.
Rollerblading in Central Park with a bunch of gay guys to 70s dance music with Yuliya.
Mets game with Rachel. That was fun even though she was a cocaine addict. You know, baseball is baseball, right?
Getting on the Metro North train going the wrong way on my very first day there. That really made me feel like a New Yorker…
Sitting in some bar on Broadway with Susan, wanting to go home because I was tired and uninterested in being in a bar, but hearing some big Latino guy yell out “Play some reggaeton!” thus introducing me to that style of music.
Dinner at some Italian place in Brooklyn with Rebecca where we were put at a table with another group of people. Damn I liked that one.
Driving from the Bronx to my apartment in Manhattan. That was fun.
Eating dinner alone at this Indian place by my apartment. Only time I’ve ever done that.
Seeing the Wedding Crashers with Phil and Dalia. Sure, I could have done that in St. Louis, but whatever.
Amy Ruth’s the first time with Joe and Frenchy. I’ll never forget when Joe told Frenchy to hide her purse because we were the only white people there.
Standing outside a subway stop waiting for Alex’s stupid whore of an Ex-boyfriend to show up. She told me “I know he’s not the one since he is late getting here.” Yes, Alex. You were right.
Walking from Chinatown to Times Square through the pouring rain with Alex. Possibly the best night I had in New York.
Coney Island with Jessica. Walked in the ocean and saw lots of people dressed in ways they shouldn’t have been.
Lunch at the “Shiney Diner” in New Jersey. The only meal I’ve ever had in New Jersey. I ate in a New Jersey diner…
Trying to find the Cloisters with Tabitha. And also going to the Sony museum with Tabitha.
That’s about all that I can think of right now. I’m sure that there is more, but my mind is blanking. Still, it makes me feel a little better to get some of this down.