Hello, New York. Finally, I am old enough to experience you. I've been in the City several times before, but I was aged 5-17 years, so I couldn't really do anything.I would hang around on the street while my family was in a store, or walk around record stores trying to look cool, or try to convince my family to take my to Joey Ramone Place (East 2nd and Bowery, if anyone is interested). But then, five o'clock would roll around and I would watch TV in my aunt's apartment in Lyndhurst with my brother, then by my self when he got old enough to take to the streets alone.
So, I take great pride in saying that the first day of my Coming of Age trip to NYC culminated in going to an art opening that my brother was playing in. I walked from studio to studio with free beer and food in my hands, Lucky Striking it up on the roof overlooking Brooklyn (probably the most American thing I can think of right now...it is something I like to treat myself to), and talking to French girls (Snippet: HER-"You're Norwegian? ME-"No, I study Religion!").
MLSM is flying up on Monday. I am quite excited about that.
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