My friend Katie is on spring break this week and we wanted to get together and have some fun. Today is St. Patricks day, which means this past weekend was that wonderful weekend when drunk twenty-somethings and sad, drunk thirty-somethings leave their homes in New Jersey and Long Island to venture into New York City at 9 am, start drinking at ten, and fall asleep on the sidewalk by 5 pm. Katie and I decided that participating in these events would be something memorable and interesting. Little did we know that the make-believe Irish only come out in droves on Saturday of St. Patricks day weekend. So by the time she got into the city on Sunday evening to meet up with me and our other friend Lena, the hangovers were too much to handle for the partiers, and they were probably all sleeping. So we had a lot of New York to ourselves. Everything was pretty quiet but we are us so we managed to have a great time.
The reason why I'm writing this is because at one of the bars we went to, I believe the name of it is monster, Katie and I were at the piano singing through the "Les Mis" and "Wicked" songbooks with a large group of gay men, and one of them asked me if I had a blog. And told me I should have a blog. So I'm starting a blog. I have to confess, I have always wanted to be internet famous. Sometimes I have really funny thoughts and I want to share them with more of the world than just my Facebook friends. So here I am, writing a blog about my adventures in New York, peppered with tales of my close shave with failure-to-launch syndrome, probably stories from school, and weird things that happen to me on the subway. Right now I'm not feeling particularly funny mostly because I have to leave for class in 4 minutes and take a test. Tests are not funny.
I'll probably also review clubs and restaurants and stuff because why not. My first review goes to the super shitty restaurant I went to last night. I don't even remember what its called but it's across from the duplex on 7th. Don't eat there. Everything tasted reheated. And the cheesecake crust was just…off.
Maybe I will also talk about the struggle of losing weight, because it's something we all deal with on a constant basis. Not necessarily losing. Just struggling. And I'll talk about what it's like being a total suburban girl living in a big city. Not really ideal, but it's one hell of an experience.
I want to try to update every day. It gives me a better chance of being internet famous. This isn't a good example of writing. So hopefully my next post will be much more thought out and composed a little bit better than this.
TTFN
Alice
