Thursday, October 25, 2007

You say "Immature" like it's a BAD thing...

Just a quickie,

My New York age is 24

This New York age puts you-generally speaking-into the young category. That's what you were hoping for, right? Run and tell your friends. Then get drunk (as usual). Then sleep it off. Then pop an Adderall. Then come back and consider experimenting with a more mature type of New York life (just once in a while). Have you ever been to the Village Vanguard or the Living Theatre? Eaten at Elaine's? Taken a date to Michael Feinstein? Before you laugh, check 'em out and see what old-school NYC experiences you can add to the new.

What's your New York age? Take the Time Out New York quiz and find out!

This is not a surprise. When I took the baby sister, Goopa, to New York, by the end, I was thinking, "I don't care if your feet are bleeding. Let's goooooo!" We walked EVERYWHERE in Manhattan, tons of fun. Whatever flaws Giuliani has, he did make the city a lot safer for us at the time.

Is it any surprise that last Friday, when the Fry was in pain from her heel, I was thinking, "Pop a couple of Tylenols and let's hit the Mamba, m-kay?" We couldn't go home just because of some measly pain. Where's the fun in that? To be fair to Frygirl, she was a super trooper on all the thrill rides. Went on and enjoyed every thrill open, some twice.

Happily, migraines tend to distort a person's sense of what hurts. "It's just a flesh wound," actually makes a lot of sense. :)

Pictures on Thursday, I promise. I have two different socks to show off, and neither has a mate of its own.

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