New York, New York, What a Wonderful Town

I went to New York this weekend. A quick visit, but magical nonetheless. As many times as I have visited the city that never sleeps (which is many), I am never not taken aback by how the city skyline looks as you're approaching the city. Hell, that same skyline was the view from my dormroom window for 2 years, and I still can't get over it.

Taking time away from the city has been good for me. Not that I was directly in the Manhattan-y part of the city, but Staten Island pretty much put a bad taste in my mouth for the big city for several years.

However, I have to say: I would love to live in the city for, like, a summer. Well, maybe actually the winter instead, because I love New York around Christmastime. I would love to spend a few months being in the thick of it, going to shows, and bars, and museums, and not being in a time crunch. I will do all this when I find that disposable income tree. Sigh.

Seriously though, this is yet another example of my life nowadays. It's basically a barren wasteland of mundane boredom, interspersed with the occassional SPARK of heady overwhelming excitement and love of seeing friends. Every single time, I'm in a haze of wonderment after seeing any of my friends, be they from high school or college, for the next 12-24 hours. And then I realize I have to go back to living in Camden and selling stamps.

I wonder, every time after seeing anyone, was I this happy when I was living in Rochester, surrounded by friends? Or frolicking around Fisher, going to musical rehearsal and then out to Jays until 2am? Or sharing a dormroom at Wagner with my very best friend? Or chilling out in the "senior lounge" during double lunch? I mean, I know I was happier when I was in school, because life was much easier then. But last year, living in Rochester with two of my best friends, seeing other friends at least once a week? I don't remember being THIS happy on a regular basis. But was I experiencing the same amount of happiness, spread over weeks and months, rather than jammed into one hectic weekend? Food for thought.

While I was in New York, I finally got to see Rock of Ages. Incredible. Amanda said it was the best thing she's ever seen, and while I feel I'm not quite ready to make a bold statement like that, I will definitely say I have never had so much FUN at a show. If you go see Rock of Ages and don't have a good time, you obviously hate fun and happiness, and I feel sorry for you. I know it's not your typical classy refined musical, but they know how to put on a fucking show! Music = awesome. Script = hilarious. Mitch Jarvis = my hero. I would go see it a million more times. See also: disposable income tree.

In unrelated news, I keep hearing about all these people that are following my blog, and yet the only one that ever seems to comment is Leah. Seriously people, don't creep. If you're going to creep, be open and honest about it. If you know me well enough to be reading my blog, you should also know that no one is creepier than I am. I will never be like, "Why is this person reading my private thoughts?! *weirded out*" I will instead be like, "Oh em gee, I am so excited! I had no idea so-and-so was reading my shiz! *tries to be funnier*" See? Then EVERYONE wins! I get a self-esteem boost, and you get entertained by my new and improved hilariousness. What a treat for you.