I watched Mr. Deeds today and that line just made me laugh and laugh so despite it's complete inadequacy as a description of my NY trip I made it my title so I can keep laughing and laughing.
[Actually those are both blatent lies. I have the texts to prove the bitching and my heart is still in my throat from the driving. But he showed up, which is a Huge Bonus.]
I have absolutely no pictures of my trip, mainly because A) I forgot to grab my camera each and every time we left the house and B) I simply had too much fun every single minute and didn't want to see my city/peeps from behind a viewfinder. I'd have to say this was the best trip I've had to NY thus far, even beating the time I went with college friends over spring break and we were accosted by homeless people and crazy cabbies.
Tuesday was spent literally playing video games alllll day long in Ron's basement. I realize that to probably 99% of you reading this that sounds like an absolutely retarded use of vacation-time-in-NY but honestly this trip wasn't really about seeing the city (which I've done many many times before) but more about seeing my boy who I missed terribly over the last few months. After watching him slay an infinite amount of creepy looking creatures, we switched over to something more my style (Mario Party) and he beat me mercilessly twice.
Oh, and our breakfast consisted of steak (one for each of us), pigs in blankets, yogurt (him), banana (me), and a bagel with cream cheese (me) and lox (him). I love when a boy makes me a Proper Breakfast.[Side Note: I only made one mistake using the wrong knife for my cream cheese. Which is actually a pretty bad one from what I understand. So perhaps that's not something to be proud of...whatevs.]
Tuesday night we went into the city to meet up with some of his friends for dinner/drinks. I have to admit, I was incredibly curious to meet these people who put up with him. They were not what I was expecting at all (read: nice and friendly and not mean). We had Thai for dinner (yum!) and then made our way down to the Hotel Gansevoort in the meat packing district for some drinks. My Godmother's son Ariel works in the rooftop bar there and I always make it a point to visit him.
Doesn't look like much meat packing is done here.
I was quite amused watching Ron and Mike drink their grapefruit cosmos which were Super Yummy but also pink and served in martini glasses. Apparently in the city it's not very uncommon for hetero men to walk around sporting frou-frou drinks, but from this southern girl's perspective they were standing way too close to each other while drinking them.
Wednesday I worked off my hangover with a fantastic breakfast in Ron's town (I can still taste that bagel and not in a bad way) and then spent the day pretty much the same way as before. You may say we were wasting time. I call it our Bonding Time.
Wednesday night we headed back into the city, with the intention of sleeping over in a friend's apartment. This freed us up for some massive drinking without the perils of driving. Dinner was at a very pricey but super yummy steakhouse, where I ate a fillet the size of my head. Well, I ate like 80% of it and Ron picked up the scraps. We transitioned at another friend of Ron's, then mosied over to a nondescript bar for many libations and much debauchery. I'm a little fuzzy on the how we got home but I believe it involved some walking and perhaps a cab ride.
By the way, did I mention the fact that it was absolutely freezing cold the entire week and I'm from Florida where its never freezing cold and where you also can't buy boots or sweaters or coats past February and all I had to wear were these strappy black heels that are completely awesome except when its freezing cold? They mocked me.
On the plus side at least I have a fabulous tan. I can't tell you how much people remarked on my pre-cancerous skin. With awe and envy. Sigh. I truly believe the only benefit to the cold in my opinion is the absolute need for a completely different wardrobe. I mean, when it's warm all year round it's hard to have an excuse to buy 'seasonal' clothes. I love pea coats and trenches, but really when the temp doesn't drop past 60 all year round what is the point?
On the other hand, I did get to wear my Super Awesome knitted scarf and gloves. I actually finished the other glove on the plane ride up to NY. Again, lots of mocking from the locals who have glaringly white extremely thick skin.
Oh, and thanks to all of the very sweet NY Boys who continued to argue with me about my age, even after jackass Ronnie happily confirmed it. I love you all and will have your babies/marry you/whatevs.
Anyhow, Thursday we took our time getting moving in the morning (we were a bit "fragile") and I headed out to have lunch with Elisabeth (Ariel's mom). The boys met us down there for coffee and then we three headed over to the Natural History museum for some geeking out. I'm pretty sure Mike was quite annoyed amused by our absolute retardedness childlike fun around science and animals. I mean, who doesn't like hanging out with two people who name and describe the history of every single purebred dog they walk by? Way Super Fun.
Thursday night we returned to Ron's hood for some local sushi (holyshititwasamazing) and drinks. I was coerced (serious coercion, I swear) into playing Beer Pong for the first time in my life (I swear, first time!). I was dumbfounded by the professional beer pong tables (my previous knowledge only seeing plywood sheets on sawhorses...ah, Island Life) and after a rough start and some encouragement from my partner Mike we kicked ass three times. I came to love this game, since as we all know I Love Beer, but it was difficult to understand the concept of winning the game does not equal I get to drink all of the beer. Boo.
Um, yeah....anyone else get the HeeBeeGeeBees when you watch peeps routinely cleanse the ping pong ball in the same glass of icky water? I'm really glad I had those pre-game drinks so my brain wasn't fully recognizing the germiness at that moment.
Friday morning was a quick steak breakfast (I heart you Ron) and off to fight traffic for the flight home. I have to admit, I had sooooo much fun on this trip that I seriously considered "missing" my flight home just so I could stay in the city that much longer. But as a "grown-up" person I had to understand that at this moment that is just not happening.
But you can bet your ass I will be back.
And I will ROCK some beer pong/steakhouses/general debauchery.
It is SO on.
Le Sigh.
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