My Last New York Day
The end, it’s here.
Tick tock, time stands still for no one and it cruelly ticked and tocked its way to my last day in New York.
Cue your tears now… no? Okay well then just watch mine.
Papa Hay came for this ceremonious occasion to help me move out in exchange for me showing him a grand ole Manhattan time.
In just one day, on Saturday we…
went spinning at SoulCycle. After 6 months of yapping on and on about it I decided it was time to bring my dad to show him what it’s all about. To say that he loved it would be an understatement. We took the class two days ago and he’s still talking about it, we gotta SoulConvert up in hurr. Endorphins are no joke.
then we went to Bergdorf’s, because obviously I had to show him what my world was for so long, plus it never hurts to visit old friends.
we got a little side-tracked in Loro Piana via the chinchilla coat.
We made a spur of the moment decision to eat at the BG Restaurant (my first time!). It was not only delicious but a great way to bookend my New York journey with Bergdorf’s on both sides. The meal consisted of tuna tartar, lamb salad and a complimentary chocolate tarte— it’s good to have friends in high places!
Sittin’ by the window overlooking the park.
These chairs always reminded me of faberge eggs… weird? Nah.
After we took a long long walk down to The High Line, by my dad’s request.
Making a friend at the Gansevoort Street entrance
For the night’s entertainment, we got tickets to Spiderman: Turn Off The Dark on Broadway. That’s right, we did it up BIG. Orchestra section style. A really dazzling show, there was a whole combat scene up in the air above the audience, amazing stuff.
After getting dropped off in Greenpoint, the night ended with me and my roommates drinking beer, hanging out and playing Jenga and Uno at our local bar, One Stop Beer Shop. Honestly nothing more I could have wanted: good friends, good drinks, good food, good laughs.
I still haven’t quite come to grips with the fact that my education is about to banish me to another year in St. Louis. This is my last blog post and I’m not going to make it overly sentimental or try to sum up my time in New York because
there are no words I’m not eloquent like that. But it should be noted that this was the best thing I could have done, I grew an incredible amount and I can happily say that New York owns my soul. As my dad said on Saturday, “New York is a hot bed of individualism”, and I can’t wait to return home to it.
OY VEY IS RIGHT
Please help subsidize my newly needed anti-depressants. Address upon request.
Well… that’s all folks! This blog is being put to rest.