After getting to hang out and party in New York City for a few days, I've determined, after some careful consideration, that I like it a lot. Now, I understand that getting to stay in Julia's insanely cool apartment doesn't accurately reflect any sort of living situation I would ever be involed in within the city limits. Why was her apartment so cool? It just had all the basic things you would expect in an apartment
- As much floorspace as my apartment in St. Louis? Check.
- Amazing view of Central park and the city in general, from the 30th floor? Check.
- Doorman who pushes the revolving door for you, unnecessarily? Check.
- Excellent neighborhood with easy access to movies, stores, etc? Check.
- Fancy shmancy sculptures and other art? Check.
- Easy view of both Harrison Ford's and Madonna's respective apartments? Check. Check.
- Grand piano? Check.
- Solid gold furniture and optional rocketcar? Coming soon.
I know I would be living in an apartment the size of my current bedroom or smaller, but even so, New York is so cool. Getting around the city was easy, walking around it was fun, and partying in it was a blast. I felt like I was in Coyote Ugly - so many girls at the bar were dancing on the bar and giving out drinks. Some of these girls were the friends I was partying with, and we were all proud of them. It was a good time all around - and even saw some guy from Wash U, although it was someone who I have never talked to before and probably never would outside the "Hey, don't you go to Wash U" context. He just looks sketchy. Good books always have shiny gold covers with diamonds on the spine.
Ok, it's off to the beach with Carp and Kenny. Fun times on the south shore.
Posted by Ben at July 13, 2003 09:59 AM