Chronicles of NYC

In order to conquer the sometimes overwhelming sense of doom that tends to wash over me, I skipped town for a week and hopped on a bus bound for New York City. Marisa Meltzer and Elizabeth Spiradakis (my spiritual 90s lady-loves) were kind enough to take me in while I did sophisticated things like observing at museums, attending parties, wearing sequin hot shorts and hobknobbing with totally famous people. I know. Like Samatha Pleet and this triceratops.

I had the most amazing time just living in the moment that sometimes you don't always find time to do. Consequently I didn't take any pictures to prove I was actually there save for these foxy snaps of Anna, Elizabeth and Laia. We all have blogs and are cooler in real life (or so I'd like to think). I also met Caroline from Louise or Valentine, who is a super sweetheart and photographer who snapped this photo of me. Humidity perverts my hair, so sorry about that.

My favourite place I visited was definitely the American Museum of Natural History. I actually visited twice, because I felt like I had to go back or else I was going to die. Everything about it was awe-inspiring, but mostly bears, squids and dinosaurs.

The only catch is, now I need to go experience nature in real life. This equates to reading Walden in my backyard.

Of course I did lots of other stuff, but that can be discussed later.

Moral of the Story: Be friendly to strangers and smile at people you don't know. Because they might have your wallet.