It's been a big month, starting off with a wonderful weekend in New York City with many fine friends. Bestie, Lil Sister and I went to the rooftop garden at the Met, and it was truly beautiful. Shorties though we all are (I'm the tallest of the bunch, and I'm 5'5"), we had a lovely view, and we all felt very glam in our day dresses, designer handbags and gigantic sunglasses.
The next day, Bestie, Lil Sister and I went to Shake Shack, and on the way there, those bitches left me on the other side of the street. I didn't love it. But I do love this picture. Look at me in the big city.
So yummy. I should have gotten what these two had - the 'Shroom Burger. It's a portobello mushroom stuffed with muenster and cheddar cheese, then DEEP FRIED. Bestie let me have a bite, and it was truly one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten.
The NEXT day, Bestie and met up with BRE (that stands for Best Roommate Ever) and BRE's beau. After a carb-and-dairy delight at the mac & cheese restaurant, we went the tourist route and rode the Staten Island Ferry. It was rad. I saw the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. And I'm pretty sure we made fools of ourselves, but no more so than all the people wearing fanny packs.
We returned to BRE and Beau's Chelsea apartment, where BRE and I entertained the group with a rousing game of Wii American Idol. I thought BRE was going to pull off an upset win after his TREMENDOUS version of "My Heart Will Go On," but I prevailed! Woo-hoo! I'm a winner! My Mii had some hot dances moves, which I attempted to imitate... but LeAmanda cannot be imitated.
We stuck around for dinner and then played Apples to Apples - and ate apple pie straight out of the oven. Oh my God, it was so good.one of the best weekends of my life - A+
2 comments:
The first time I saw Manhattan in the daylight was from the bow of the Staten Island Ferry in 1998. The only word I can think of to describe the experience is "glorious." Coming up to the island on that crisp spring morning, Statue of Liberty smiling from the west, WTC twin towers gleaming like nickled goalposts of capitalism...it was perfect. Somewhere, I thought I heard a saxophone playing. Glad you got to do it too, albeit with a sadly different skyline to greet you.
I remembered another Staten Island Ferry story. On that same trip, I encountered a middle-aged guy taking a shell-shocked looking young asian girl across. "It's America, baby, don't you wanna see America?" I'm positive she was a mail-order bride.
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