New York City Here I Come!

“I’d prefer you stay off the subways. Weird people ride subways. Don’t walk around at night. Weird people are out at night and they’ll abduct you and kill you. Don’t let anyone buy you a drink. Weird people will drug you and kill you. Don’t—”

“Tom. Holy crap. I’ll be fine,” I insisted. I mean, it was flattering he was so concerned. But it was getting borderline annoying. And okay, he was scaring me.

See, I’m going to New York City today with my best friend. It’s a late Mother’s Day gift. Or early birthday gift. I’m there until Thursday. So I’ll probably be missing from my blog. I’m not dead or anything. (I hope.) Just wanted to point that out if you’re like Tom and think New York is crawling with murderers.

Actually, come to think of it, it probably is. I watch Blue Bloods and it’s based in New York and someone is dying every week.

My parents are a tad concerned too. I’m their only kid. They don’t want me walking around at night either. It’s not like I’d wander into an alley and be like, “Oo an actual New York alley!” I’ve seen Home Alone 2. I know what happens in alleys. (Oh wait, the robbers almost shoot Kevin in Central Park at night. Not an alley. Right? Note to self: avoid Central Park at night because didn’t one of the robbers say, “Grown men go into Central Park at night and don’t come out alive..”)

I plan on being safe.

It’s my first time in New York City so I can’t wait. I’ve wanted to go for years. Sex and the City made it look so glamorous. And speaking of Sex and the City, we’re actually going on a Sex and the City tour. They even give you a cosmopolitan to drink. I won’t look as fancy as the Sex and the City ladies though. I plan on wearing flip flops. Or my Sketchers Tone Ups, so my ass firms while I’m exploring the city.

Maybe I’ll run into John Krasinski! He wanders the city.

Only I’m sure Tom would add, “And stay away from John Krasinski,” if I let him know this.

Is it wrong that I can’t wait to dance on the giant piano at FAO Schwartz?

Or sip a hot chocolate at Serendipity 3?

Or…or…stroll down Fifth Avenue and wish I were rich?

Don’t worry though.

I’ll try to do it all during the day.