Despite the incessant loops of Wham's Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go and Last Christmas playing in my head, I really had a grand old time this past weekend at WHAM (Winter Holiday Art Market). The bathrooms were behind me. The OPEN bar was next to me. I was a happy camper. I even brought out Mr. Sparkles (yes, I name inanimate objects)! And I was smugly patting myself on the back when I conjured up this genius way of displaying my new art pendants. The necklaces were quite a hit! I literally sold the one off my neck! All in all, it was a fantastic show and I loved meeting all you lovelies that were able to make it out. Yall were all so cute I wish I could just miniaturize you and stuff you in my pockets.
I have had a not-so-secret love affair with NYC since the summer I interned in the city many moons ago. Unfortunately, Lisa was a bit of a loser that summer. I'm still constantly kicking myself for not taking full advantage of my time there. But rest assured, I have traveled back many times to compensate.
That summer was still pretty memorable though.
I learned to never look up because that's a tell-tale sign of a tourist. I learned to stand on the right, pass on the left. I learned I could walk 25 blocks during lunch hour to buy that shirt I placed on hold and still make it back in time for my sandwich. I learned to not smile at strangers...even cops. =( I learned the wonders that is H&M. I learned the subway smells like pee. I learned the sidewalks smell like pee. I learned that a big purse is not practical and only gets in the way. I learned the company of a park bench. I learned to power walk. I learned how to take 3 different modes of transportation for my morning commute. I learned how to read a subway map. I learned of soup dumplings.
And when I found myself in a strange city all alone for the very first time...I learned how to be me.