Just Call Me Carrie Bradshaw

Ok ok. That might be a little extreme. I don't have some on again, off again relationship with a certain Mr. Big.... I don't have amazing fashion sense... and I definitely don't have that fabulous lil walk up apartment that she has. With that said... I think I had a Carrie moment. Yea. A moment.

Anyway. It's Thursday and I decided to go for #2dayssober. Go self. I'm not sure if this is a life thing or just a city thing but drinks are happening EVERY NIGHT. Coworkers. Friends in town. City friends. Family. Dates. Randos. Like whoa. My liver did not know what it was getting itself into when we moved down here. Sorry lil guy.

I DIGRESS.

My "Carrie Moment." It's so anti-climatic that I want to just delete this blog but I'll just keep going cuz I have nothing better to do. Ok so I decided to go on a walk tonight... been lettin the workout/diet thing go lately so decided I could get some extra steps in tonight. I'm beeboppin around Chelsea/Meatpacking and I notice it's so dark so early! Fall is coming. Noted. Then I notice a lil picket line of people. Internal chuckle to when I was on the phone with my dad and I walked through the middle of a protest. What else does a girl do when the protest is between her and her dinner? "What do we want?! OUR JOBS! When do we want them?! NOW!"

Ok so walk through the line of people and I see this man standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring at me. Oooook weirdo. Tune back into T-Swift. "he said lets get out of this town..." And then all of a sudden this bro is like REALLY in my grill. Cut the T-Swift. Blank stare. "There is a filming going on here. I need you to cross." "OHHHHH. I THOUGHT YOU WERE A CRAZY PERSON!" *doh* Foot in mouth (not uncommon). Good thing is he laughed and said "nah I'm not trying to sell you anything." Tee hee.

So I cross the street and then stop. Like wait. I need to know what's happening. So I skidaddle up to the top of the Highline to get a better view. To which.. I didn't really get any better of a view but I did get this...

Whatever. It's a bad pic. I'm over it. THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THE BLOG

I was standing there one level above the streets of Meatpacking and had this moment of wondering how the heck I made it to where I am. As all of my friends know I have a love hate relationship with this city... but standing here watching the film crew and all the people bustling around... I just don't think I could ask for anything different! I love this city. And maybe that's why I hate it sometimes? It's like real love... sometimes you love something so much that you get angry when it doesn't reciprocate.