NYC Day 3: Sunday. Productivity

Took the subway back to the hostel to charge my phone at about 3pm so I didn’t end up in the same predicament I did the night before. As I’m laying on the bunk bed, waiting for phone to charge, I felt an uncontrollable laugh work its way up and out of my mouth – I laughed out loud. I brought 2 portable phone charges with me. Fucking handicrapper, I swear. So, once again (but, better prepared) I head off walking to Central Park, knowing at any time I could catch the subway and know where the fuck I’m going.

 

I was supposed to meet up with Juanita, this funny ass loud black lesbian chick I met at the Ferry (and really had all intention to do so) at about 5pm, but I was just enjoying wondering at my own pace and never called her. The sunset was gorgeous and the New York Marathon was just wrapping up so there was no car traffic. I travelled aimlessly in and out of Central Park. Doing whatever the fuck I wanted to do at the moment, with no worry in the world. I’m pretty good about forgetting problems when I want to and just enjoying the now. I was definitely enjoying the now. I have to say, the architecture and history in NYC is almost overwhelming. It’s also way cleaner than I expected, the people were nicer, and I still walked faster than everyone there.

 

 

I also got heartburn for the first time since I was prego because there’s just shit food everywhere that tastes amazing. I was also the sorest I’ve been since waking up after a full day of snowboarding for the first time in 5 years. My whole body hurt and I was bleeding on the inside of my ankle from kicking myself there repeatedly throughout the last couple days. It was either my shoes or I was too entertained to was properly, idk. Sounds bad but as long as I just kept going it was easy to forget about (until I stopped lol). When I got back to the Hostel I took like 15 minutes to stretch and surprisingly I had no more issues after that 💪

 

Oh, they don’t have screens on their windows and the Starbucks on UberEats didn’t have Frappuccinos!! WTF??? Wasn’t Starbuck’s like born there???

 

I think it was about 10 o’clock when I realized I needed to get my fucking tattoo!! But I was broke and did not want to ask Mitchell and Tawny for more money. I of course googled “tattoo shops open near me” anyways and sure enough, one popped up a couple blocks away. I already knew what I wanted but didn’t know how big or where… I could have gotten another “patchwork” one and it would have left me with about $100 which may have lasted me until I went home the next day… but, fuck that! I told the tattoo guy I needed a cigarette, went next door and got a White Claw, and plotted over a cigarette… Sure enough, I found a way!!! I sent Tawny $500 via PayPal (VIA PAYPAL CREDIT!) GENIOUS!!! lol. Then I called Mitchell and told him I sent the $250 i owed plus another $250 that he could send me right back via Apple Cash! Hah! So I got my tattoo for $220 (which left me about $40 for the next day). I love it but a little pissed when I lift up my arm to see the whole thing and I have to endure the sight of my bingo arm flab and try to not think about what I’m going to have to do to get rid of it… but, I love it.

 

Another random comment: The bed was worse than a jail bed but I put on a mask and headphones playing white noise and slept like a baby – EXCEPT, when the chick next to me woke me up by making like sex or orgasm noises (moaning). Super weird. I think she was dreaming, idk…. But it didn’t last long.