Helllloooooo! I took a bit of a hiatus this past week, but because of good reason. My sister came to town! And the circus! Woo! No seriously, they walked the elephants through the Lincoln tunnel at 1230 AM because they can't bring them in on trains or semis. Isn't that crazy!?! I didn't go because my bed was super comfy that night but I heard it's amazing, and if you aren't lazy like moi, you should go next year. When are you going to get to see an elephant walking down 2nd Ave like it's a normal thing? Never. It's a good thing they bring the alligators in on trucks now instead of the East River... people were getting pissed when fluffy went missing. Yikes!
Okay and my sister came to town!?! Woo! With her she brought her two wonderful friends Heather and Kayla. After I walked their little hineys off all over Manhattan, these girls hated me! If people wonder why I don't weigh 300 lbs eating all the crap I do it is because of the extreme walk-a-thons I do on a daily basis. Walking 10 blocks is normal for me, but these girls drive a block to Wendy's in Columbus... ha! God love'em. I introduced them to dollar beers at Turtle Bay, my pizza man/Manhattan dad Tommy and public transportation. What I should not have introduced them to was burlesque, Buttercup cupcakes and Brooklyn.
BURLESQUE: This was hilarious! My little sister should have a halo I swear. One for dealing with me, and two becasue she really is a naive little angel. We went to the Slipper Room Thursday night, and not only were we the only straight, out of town, twenty-somethings, but we were even picked out as such by the Emcee of the show. My sister and posse believed that this show was going to be something like Dita Von Teese like they had seen on America's Top Model, but it ended up being more like a satire of the show they thought they were going to see. Way more skin, and at one point, a girl came out in a dinosaur costume and started stripping to "Godzilla". I am not kidding. NOTE: Grandma, when you read this, take a couple deep breaths before you call and kill me. I had NO IDEA this was the show we were going to. Overall the night ended up laughable, and we all got a laugh at the show, and Emily as she covered her eyes, and acted appauled at just about everything. It was great.
BUTTERCUP: These things are DELICIOUS! My house guests soon realized how great they were too. I got some for Emily's birthday, and on Saturday before they left the girl's went and got some to take home.... or eat at 10 pm after drinking all day... yuck. Let's just say making a habit out of eating these candy-colored cupcakey delicious bites is NOT a good idea...
BROOKLYN: What was supposed to be a classy evening in Little Italy, eating Italian cuisine and wearing our Sunday best, ended up being a 6pm drunk-fest in Brooklyn. Now wait... before you think I'm a horrible person, I would like to clarify... We started out just having a beer at the Surf Bar in Brooklyn. It was a calm afternoon. Actually I think everyone was annoyed because everywhere we went beers were $5 to $6, the Brooklyn brewery was so packed we couldn't get in the tour, and the girls just wanted to get home to Columbus where they didn't have to take subways or sleep in my cramped apartment. I understood, believe me. But then we found it. On our way back to the subway, we found the Irish Rose Pub. We went in to have a drink, and develop a game plan for the night. We ended up meeting a Brooklyn Tunnels' and Bridges' officer and his friends who introduced us to the biggest beers for $3 served by the most adorable old-man bartender named Freddie. That is how we ended up eating Mexican food instead of Italian, and in Brooklyn instead of Little Italy. O and, by the way, sleeping like babies at 930 instead of out til the dawn on their last night in NYC. Your welcome girls... lol.
I love house guests... They never know what to expect next... I can't wait til my parents and Grandma come to visit!
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Woo-hoo! When I first moved to NYC in 1995 (-2007), my apartment was like Motel 6 for every friend, relative and hanger on that I had ever met, who wanted to visit NYC on the cheap.
I, too, took all of these visitors on extensive walkabouts, the usual sites, Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Empire State Building. After the 3rd set of guests, I gave them a set of apartment keys, a Metrocard and a map and said, "Frankly, I'm sick of being a tour guide; have at it!"
When my sister came to visit the first time, I only knew her as the prim and proper Angela, but after club hopping and dive bars, and her throwing back Jack Daniel's and Cokes, I saw a completely different side of her...the side that had her head in the toilette in the men's room at The Garage in the Village. Ha!
Oh, the amunition I still hold over her for that. It was the first time she'd met my close NYC friends, and she turned the mutha out! I didn't even know what a Jack & Coke was until then. I had stuck to my friend, Ms. Vodka, for years.
Sister Christian had turned into Twisted Sister!
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