homeI'm sobby, I'm weapy, my eyes are just a little bit puffier than my normal Sunday Funday hangover eyes. My heart feels a little like it got beat with a bat and I'm pretty sure this is the equivalent to what I felt that time my high school sweetheart broke up with me and I didn't eat for 2 months.
In short, I had the greatest time of my life in NYC and the fact that I'm sitting in Florida right now sucks.
Where do I even start to recap this trip?
I guess I could start by saying that if this blog does nothing else for me in my life, it brought me to Erin and, well, that's just priceless. She's nothing short of amazing and even better in person. We're soulmates and really just the perfect amounts of similar and different all at the same time. I'm just so happy to have her in my world and I can only hope we will reside in the same city by the end of this year.
And now that I've said all of that mushy shit I will flood (Literal flood, this is going to be a very long post. You've been warned.) your eyeballs with some photos.
I should also add that there's really not that many... mostly because we forgot to stop and take photos a lot of the time. I think that's what happens when you have a really, really (reallyreally) great time.
In true fashion, I started the party on the airplane.
The flight attendant told me she wished she could join me and then she didn't charge me for the vodka. I knew then it was going to be a great trip.
When I got to Erin's block I had to pick up her keys from a man who sells scarfs (Scarf Man) because she was still at work. I felt like I was picking up drugs or something, it was really fun.
Walking into her apartment without her probably should have been really, really awkward and uncomfortable. But it wasn't. Not even a little bit. Maybe because I walked in to a bottle of wine and the best note ever. Really though, she's the greatest.
After I got myself all fresh (and so clean, clean) I popped that bottle of vino open and waited impatiently for her to get off work to come play with me. It was seriously exhilarating. I mean, it's one thing to meet a stranger out for a drink in public... it's quite another to be drinking wine in their house when they aren't there.
Needless to say, when she walked in I attacked her and then we became insta-best friends forever. Seriously though. There wasn't an awkward moment the entire 4 days I was there.
Once we exchanged presents and laughs and took pictures in tiaras and shots of Fireball (which, for the record, Erin enjoyed.), we got ready to go to the Yankees game!
Erin even decked me out in Yanks gear, which I really loved.
After the game we went out and frolicked all over Manhattan.
Friday morning we woke up without hangovers and it was astonishing, really. This ended up being a much appreciated trend for the duration of my stay. I think it just means we're perfect for each other and need each other in our lives always. Yes, that's exactly what it means.
Also, Erin's the best because she just brings the whole damn pitcher of water to bed.
PS. You see her adorable decor back there? Yeah, her entire apartment looks like Martha Stewart designed it. I was just kind of (a lot) obsessed. I'm just going to live on her couch, I think.
We headed to Little Italy/Chinatown Friday afternoon for lunch in Little Italy and cheap $5 sunglasses in Chinatown.
Also, let the record show that the two of us were called sisters at least once a day. I don't hate it.
All I wanted was pasta and sangria... it turned out that the restaurant we chose didn't have sangria. We stayed anyways and within about 10 minutes of us sitting there, our server walked across the street and walked back with a full pitcher of sangria in hand.
Just for us. It was just spectacular.
Once lunch was over we headed to Wall Street for some happy hour action with the suits of NYC.
I can't report too much on the rest of this evening because it's not blog appropriate in the slightest but I will say that if you are single and living in the city of Manhattan, go sit in front of the Trump Tower on Wall Street. Just take my word for it.
Seriously.
Saturday we had plans to go to a hockey game in dirrrrrty Jersey which meant we had to hop a train over there. Being the classy broads that Erin and I are, we got ourselves some Taco Bell and some Miller Lites and waited on the floor of Penn Station for our train.
Also note we wore our awesome shirts this day, made by Erin. Because she is brilliant.
And she also knows the way to my heart.
One of Erin's friends hooked us up with some pretty baller club level seats with unlimited food. It was just spectacular.
Shout out to you, friend, for the tix... even if you are currently on my shit list. You know why.
This next picture warms my heart for 2 reasons.
1. Obviously the shirts.
2. You can clearly see both of our curvy spines in it. True love.
The rest of this night was not blog appropriate either.
Moving on..
Yesterday we took a stroll around Central Park and I found my new Princess Palace.
I guess I should also add that my flight yesterday was supposed to leave at 9:30am.
And I did not leave until 7:30pm.
And then we went to brunch which consisted of free lemon drop shots, unlimited mimosas, eggs, and some other stuff.
Believe it or not, yesterday was the first and only time Erin and I talked blogging the entire trip.
The rest of yesterday was dedicated to day drinking and spending as much of my last few hours there together as possible. It was amazing and fun and sad.
Actually, just thinking about wrapping this post up is making me sad all over again.
When Erin put me in the cab to go to the airport we hugged, and hugged, and hugged a lot more. And then started the sob fest of 2013 by yours truly. I was a mess the entire way to the airport, the entire flight, the entire car ride back to my apartment... and maybe once or twice this morning. Maybe.
Erin, thank you for the greatest 4 day NYC trip ever and thank you even more for having me. You are the orange juice to my mimosa. The drunk apples to my sangria. The Miller Lite to my paper bag. The Drunk 1 and 1/2 to my Drunk 1. I'll see you soon. And hopefully we'll be neighbors soon after that. I love you sooo much and I'm so lucky to call you one of my best friends!
And that's that.
I'm off to go be sad some more. And maybe start trying to find someone in NYC who needs a dog walker or something.
Over and out.
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