With some space and amazing company, this past weekend in New York made me fall in love all over again as it was filled with that amazing magic that the city so often exudes. There was no shortness of heat (sticky NY kind), party (amazing rooftop space complete with great story of being chased by security guards), nostalgia (seeing old coworkers and old friends), relaxation (hanging in Prospect Park, Chelsea Piers, Brooklyn Library, friends' inviting apartments), Morrissey (about 3 hours too late but i guess it's never too late), delicious food (thai, chinese veg, crisp slices, top brunch) and the best New York crew a girl could want.
from these gals (and Jeremiah)
to these dudes (and Nikki)
to these pugs
to this view
New York, it's quite possible that i will love you always.
*The title of this post is in reference to Sam's story of the found cultural differences between the intonation of the common comical phrase "that's what she said." For some reason, the story kept coming up over the weekend and the line continually repeated in various states of mind and was the cause of a great amount of laughter.
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You could not have stated the feelings I felt about New York. It is like sentiments towards a jilted lover, it is seductive and cruel. Very creative. I actually found you by linking a common book of interest, "Journey to the End of the Night", hence my screen name. Keep up the writing. Peace.
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