Every New York City blogger and their SO goes apple picking one weekend in October. It’s like, a requirement. Or at least a mega fall cliché!
Cliché red checkered flannel? Check!
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New York Cliché of the Day: Green With Halloween Envy on the Subway
Oh the things us New Yorkers see on the subway. They run the gamut from (occasionally) delightful to (more often) frightful. When the sun on Halloween Weekend, train cars become costume runways.
Every year, I’ve found the nights surrounding Halloween to be one of those rare times when New Yorkers are open, friendly, and there’s a magic sense of community. Lots of asking “What are you dressed as?” and “You look amazing!” and “Can I take a photo?”
So I expect to see some epic sites on the trains this weekend and on the actually day of October 31st as well. What I was NOT expecting at all was to get a preview of it all the Thursday before Halloween, October 26th, on my commute at 8AM in the morning!
Halloween Comes Early to the Manhattan-bound 5 Train!
New York Cliché of the Day: Upper East Side Undead
There’s a lot of old money on New York’s Upper East Side.
Today, the Friday before Halloween, when I say “old” I mean “undead”.
Manhattan’s notoriously wealthy residential neighborhood has a good handful of houses that go all out for Halloween. Read More
Everyone Hates Moving: Going from Harlem to Brooklyn NYC
It is a New York cliché universally acknowledged that moving in NYC SUCKS.
SO BAD! IT’S THE WORST! Doesn’t matter if you hire a muscle squad to haul everything for you or shuttle it by yourself in a series of taxis, the entire process is going to be wretched and you will hate pretty much every minute of it.
Apartment hunting, packing, and trying to save money for this big expense will consume your entire life. If you have for example , a lovely blog about New York City you are passionately dedicated to, you will completely abandon it for over a month. Your new hobbies of shoving-things-into-boxes and donating-shit-you-fucking-don’t-need are all consuming, LOL NO TIME for creativity!
What If Our “How We Met” Story Is More Awkward Than Adorable?
“So how did you guys meet?”
If you are in a relationship, you will be asked this question over and over. It’s silly to not be prepared, people want a story.
I love a good “how we met” story. So much so I could be accused of trying to make relationships work simply because of how great the origin story was…
How did I meet my first New York boyfriend? On a Central Park bench my 2nd day in Manhattan! It’s a great story! Remember the story of the 20-year-old I met in the check-out line at Trader Joe’s? Another good story! Then there the two fellas I met literally on the streets New York. Stories so good you’d expect them to be scenes in the next Sex and the City movie. One was a hipster I met while walking up 9th Avenue who was carrying a banjo and I flirtatiously teased him about it, the other finance bro I met on 33rd and Lex outside Brother Jimmy’s, who asked if I’d join him and his buddy for a drink and I said yes.
My more significant ex I met at work. Which should be a boring story but isn’t because we were working at a freaking Renaissance fair. Read More
We F***ing Love New York City. Today and Everyday.
There are certain things that unite all New Yorkers. From cursing the MTA to hacking the harrowing housing market. Moments shared by anyone who has ever called this city home. The universal feelings of biting into the brunch you waited over an hour for and stepping out of your building on the first crisp day of autumn.
If you live in this city (and have a soul) there will be times when your heart swells. These New York minutes may be unexpected: like discovering a tiny child belting out Journey hits on a subway platform. Sometimes we seek them out: braving the crowds to visit the Rockefeller Christmas. Even the most jaded of us find ourselves overcome on occasion.
This is the greatest city in the world. Goddamn, I am lucky to live here.
Making Mozzarella Straight From Milk with Our Name Is Farm in Brooklyn
If there is one thing most of the pathetically polarized American populous can agree upon these days I propose it is this:
CHEESE IS AWESOME.
This uniting sentiment is why I found myself in a beautiful event space in Brooklyn, my hands covered in curds and whey.
A perfect modern update on Little Miss Muffet but no spiders NOR cockroaches sat down next to me, thank you very much!