It’s about this time in my weekend in New York that i start to really miss my family. It happens every time. I think it’s being around someone that really knows you.
Perhaps this is the fatal flaw in picking schmutzie and the palinode as my roommates. They are here, together. I’m just a fly on the wall in this room above Manhattan. Other years when i’ve had single, female roommates i’ve had the built in go to person. You leave your room together and you kind of naturally form this hangout bond.
I’ve also had some crappy luck. I got (another) UTI within hours of getting here and had to fork out way too much money to get antibiotics as a canadian. They start to work right away, but leave me feeling kind of crappy.
Anyway, i’m not really complaining. It’s just been a different experience this year. We are in a huge space and there are a metric tonne of people here. I think i’ve seen most of my friends and hung out and witnessed some pretty awesome moments. And, it’s only half over.
The run in Central Park for Tutus For Tanner was great. Really great. And if that’s the best thing that happens then it’s been totally worth it and a pretty fantastic weekend.
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this is your first visit to nyc, right? curious to know your impressions. – -long time lurker, infrequent commenter.
sorry i missed you guys.
I’m sorry about the fly on the wallness feeling. I get that, though. Damn us married bloggers!
:)