Ever since I can remember, living in Manhattan was my dream. I was obsessed with West Side Story and Rent, and I wanted to live the life of a starving artist! And now I am… turns out, starving artist? Not as fun as it sounds in the musicals!
A small town in Upstate New York called Binghamton – known for it’s SUNY college and having recently been destroyed by massive flooding last September. Yay?
Please don’t judge me but…I think I would eat all my favourite cupcakes for breakfast – Sprinkles, Magnolia, Crumbs, Martha’s. Then, I would go to St. Mark’s place and get my hair cut and get a tattoo of the skyline – why not? I’d give money to all the buskers in Washington Square Park, wander the West Village to the river and back, then zip up to Tout va Bien for dinner. I’d hop a cab out to Coney Island and get DRUUUNK at Ruby’s on the boardwalk and then hurl off the Wonder Wheel – hey, if I’m gonna be banished, I’m gonna EARN it!
Pizza all the way! I never met a pizza I didn’t like. I don’t care if it’s 2 Bro’s [$1 slice] or John’s [classier], New York has THE BEST pizza!
I’ve seen John Lithgow jogging in Central Park, I saw Maya Rudolph at work (and spoke to her! Eek!), and my boyfriend and I SWEAR we ate at a diner across the room from Jerry Springer. We dared each other to shout “Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!” but both chickened out.
Yesterday, there was a guitarist on the 2 train who was improvising songs and he started singing about my friends and I. Giving us made-up names, trying to get us to turn around and acknowledge him and give him money (to stop singing, maybe?). But the weird thing is, the fake name he gave me was “Molly,” and I vaguely remembered having a random street singer call me “Molly” before. Perhaps this was not our first encounter on the trains…? Or maybe I just look like a “Molly.”
I love the old movie “On the Town,” about three sailors on leave who have one day to see New York City. It’s from 1949, so the styles are old-fashioned, but it holds up! The lame roommate, aspiring actress with a humiliating day job, missed connections, fleeting romances, etc. The best part is when they sing a song about wanting to go visit these landmarks other people have told them about, restaurants, and stuff, and the cab driver is like “That’s closed! That doesn’t exist anymore!” SO New York.
My blog, Adventures in Mediocrity, which is all about me, my life in New York City, and even more crazy stuff that happens on the subway!
Thanks, Meghan Sara, for being my first blogger to be part of my Other New York cliché feature! I’m dying to know what it’s like dating a magician, I want your ghostly job, and I’m totally jealous of your AMAZING bedroom window view! Check out her blog!
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