In which I’m still crushin’ on NYC.

Here I am (on the right) waiting for the C train at 42nd street in my cheapo $5 Chanel knock-off sunglasses, which I bought on the street from a guy who insisted on cleaning them and removing the sticker for me:

And that’s Aimee on the left, looking totally fucking hot. (I only posted this because she looks so hot. I look like a mafia bride, but since I’m cool I’m posting it anyway so you can see how hot Aimee, The Easiest Woman In The World To Travel With, looks.)

And before I forget, a few more New York impressions:

• Pregnant women walking around wearing high heels.
• Highschool girls with more cleavage than, well, a lot of cleavage.
• The subway platforms are one hundred and five degrees in September.
• Tiny, tiny dogs. Little tiny small tiny dogs. Everywhere.
• You can always smell food when you’re outside, no matter where you are or what time it is.
• It’s never quiet, and it’s never dark. Ever.

God I wanna go back.
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