The curious aspect of this afternoon- or weekend, rather was thoughts pertaining to NYC culture and living standards. Vadim and I toyed with the idea of living cities such as Tokyo- or San Francisco- but ultimately...how could we not return to NYC- the metropolitan cat's meow, if you will. (I will). New York magazine boasts the neighborhoods that cling tightly to cultures of the cities or towns we lived in before- or how espresso giant, Starbucks has created an entire network of "public restrooms," based on the fact that no other establishment cares to risk letting just anyone use their facility. I may have to stand in line for over four hours at the DMV in Brooklyn- or implement, "team shopping," to get through the line at Trader Joe's in Union Square in less than two hours- but where else can I hop in the shower at 11:30 pm and show up at a bar after 1am to sit at a private table where fifths of vodka seductively rest in ice chests with glasses and mixers perched around the table...anxiously awaiting their chance to rest in the hand of a scantily clad twenty-something while she dances to a flowing DJ's expression?
I've moved on my "ferry of shame," to the subway ride home sandwiched in between night-shifters, club rats still clinging to brown-bagged no-name whiskey and the focus to stay awake...so you don't end up on Avenue X in Coney Island...again.
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