So, back from New York. Sometimes is fucking sucks to come back home. But, it was absolutely lovely to see people I know and love. I also ate frigging great food and of course, hardcore Olympic watching, a trip to the UCB. There was a sketch about someone whose life is worthless except for the fact that she had great taste in music. And it hit a little too close to home, folks. Other thoughts:
I spent lots of time on the Upper West Side and Washington Heights, both of which I spent no time when I actually lived in New York. So it was like a whole new city.
It’s weird how perceptions and preconceived notions affect me still. I got off the train at 125th street and went through Harlem to get through Erin’s. Harlem has such a connotation to everyone, and not much of it is true. Clearly I was fine and Harlem is not what people make it out to be. But it is interesting to see how the class system works, because as soon as you get past Broadway on the wast side, the stores completely change from discount department stores to Ann Taylors and Banana Republics.
I really had no urge to shop, except when I went a little crazy at my favorite store, Laila Rowe.
Erin and I totally did some sociological analyisis of New York City Urban Theory through the eyes of the Baby Sitters Club. I don’t think we could even think of a part of Manhattan that was considered dangerous or seedy as depicted in the late eighties and in movies. Oh, how I love gentrification.
Also loved seeing old co-workers and aquaintances. It was a real kick on my ass to make me realize that I need to do something about my situation and circumstances because I am sliding backwards on the social adaptability scale.
