Bleak and bleary eyed I woke up with a start from the couch of my living room.
"Shit, I'm late."
i had to be at the homestead by 4 and it was already 4:15...apparently the only flight we could get out of KC was at the ass-crack of dawn. no matter, i thought hte night before. ill jsut stay u all night and sleep on the plane
Did not work, per usual.
So far, i can tell you this. the people of new york City are far too hippster for me. i thought a black t-shirt, cordoury jacket and scarf would help be blend in. but I am obviously out hippestered here.
Already we have bene pegged for tourists...but no matter there are 2.1 million more jsut like me. All star-eyed and ready to take on this bitch of a city.
Don't make eye contact - it means aggresions. yes, that is an actuall line from the NY Trousim pamphlet that they throw at us like religious literature from the airport.
Two drinks into the vacation already and I have only been here for 30 minutes. This is whn the going gets weird ... and I turn pro.