I Heart New York

This past weekend, some friends and I took a five day trip to New York. The trip was last minute, unplanned, and ridiculous to pass up. So, off from LAX we flew. For those of you who want to ask the conventional questions on my experience, I'll share:

1) Yes the people are rude, and no, we did not get into a fist fight as a result.

2) No we did not see a Broadway show because frankly we wanted to spend our time drinking and touring instead.

3) Yes, we ate the pizza there and YES it was the best.

4) We saw the Statue of Liberty and *yawn* it was "amazing". No we didn't get off the island.

5) Yes, we saw Times Square and Yes, Central Park IS that huge.

6) No we didn't see a Yankee game because we kind of really don't care about that kind of stuff.

7) Yes, the museums were visited, but we mostly made fun of the art by taking silly pictures in front of them.

Of all the places we visited, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, compared to one lively

little spot we stumbled across: Dylan's Candy Bar. I believe this is the place Tom Cruise once rented out for Katie Holmes' birthday bash. This place was 3 stories full of phenomenal candies and treats of all kinds. I even bought a candy bra from that store! The sad truth is that the only people sharing my enthusiasm were all under the age of twelve, begging their parents for more treats. I went crazy in there! P.S. Did you know STRESSED is DESSERTS spelled backwards? ;)

Just a few doors down (uncoincidentally) is the Serendipity 3

Cafe (yes the one from the movie), where we had a $17 sundae (and NO that was not the most expensive dessert on the menu). We scarfed down our ice cream and I continued to embarrass us by roaming around the cafe with camera recorder in hand. That really made our server love us, especially after I knocked down the glasses of waters from his tray earlier. We left feeling cool, fat, and happy (just like I love).

We spent our last night packing and feeling sad to leave. I have visited NY before, but this time it felt like I was leaving what could be a home. I could see living there. The diversity and creative abundance there made me long to switch lives with the many locals we passed. With immediate nostalgia, we made it to the airport, encountered the last of the rude NY residents, and came home to Los Angeles just in time to see the sun set. And then, I remembered that there truly is NO PLACE like home.