So far I have counted about twenty Starbucks in the Manhattan area. I know exactly what you’re thinking. Why am I wasting my time counting coffee shops? I think there are more here than in Seattle.
Today was the coldest it has been, about thirteen degrees. That put a little damper in our daily walking extravaganza but we got to know the subway a little better. I think Dad was disappointed I wasn’t up for walking 500 miles in the cold.
Dad and I toured Bloomingdale’s and Bergdof’s and I had to swerve in order not to get sprayed with Prada perfume. Did they believe me when I blamed it on allergies?
I fantasized about buying the Manolos and Juicy Couture but figured it would be better to save that kind of investment for a future home loan. Yes, they are that expensive.
We walked to Central Park and saw the cool apple store encore. I was freezing and talked Dad into returning to the hotel.
“You mean we can’t walk back to 37th and 8th today?” he said with a sad face. I reminded him he would be able to continue the BA walk tomorrow.
As we bought our tickets for the subway, I was thinking about the first time I took the metro in Paris. On my first day I took a boat tour sur la Seine. After, some of the girls and I decided to take the metro back home. I had never been on anything like the metro before and so we were all kind of confused about how to use it. We figured it out though and before long I became a master.
These same girls are meeting me tonight for une soiree. I haven’t seen them since I left Paris four long years ago. When I met them I was seventeen, and in Abba’s words, a “dancing queen.” Julie and Paige took it upon themselves to corrupt my naïveté, so I am waiting for the adventures New York will hold for us tonight
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