New York, Kissing Strangers, and a Bad Joke
You know that feeling. When you can't fall asleep because the next day you have a big test. Or you're giving a big presentation. Or when it's Christmas the next day. Well, it's happened to me. Or maybe it's just because I haven't written in a while. Anywho, I'm going to New York tomorrow. I've been saying it to coworkers, people on the street with the same amount of enthusiasm as I do when my birthday is the next day. It's basically going to be my birthday for a full week. In a town where I’ve started and finished their series; Sex and the City, Gossip Girl, Girls, When Harry Met Sally, The Mindy Project and so on.
There's something so glamorous about being on a plane. I totally get why in the 50’s, people dressed up for it. I mean, is there anything more metropolitan!?!? Methinks not! You know, I made out with someone on a plane. It must have been my sophomore or junior year. I was flying to Virginia from LAX, and I happened to sit next to a nerd. A (JEW) nerd that was vaguely my age. His name was Arie, I remember telling him that he had a weird name, he laughed and handled my knee jerk insult in stride. He mentioned that he went to Berkeley, but I didn't believe him. (looking back i'm pretty sure i was negging him. He showed me his I.D. The moment I saw that I.D., I was hooked. I had found myself an Ivy League nerd with beautiful curls, and the hugest brown eyes. He was flying back from Coachella. Whoa, you spent that much for a music festival? I could never!! (even at the ripe old age of 17, I was practical), and that's when I got him hooked. Maybe the stereotype is true. Well, long story short, we make out, and the best part was that there was an older Asian lady who sat on the aisle seat. I remember after this she looked at us in a most disturbed fashion. Well, I got his number, but then a mere two weeks later, he told me I was a bad kisser in my Latin class. And all this after I had bragged about my slutty behavior. I think my tagline for the main event was “this is the sluttiest thing I've ever done.” Just wait, little Katie. You have no idea what's in store for you…………..and by that, I mean you’re going to be spending a week in New York. I should probably go to bed. It's 1:00 am here, and I have an alarm at 4:20 (lol, get it?!?!?). But seriously, it's 4:20.
Xoxo, a Gossip Girl. (my spelling and grammar tool changed it to “a gossip girl”, and it seems fitting)
