My lovely life in NYC

New York State of Mind

I was saving this title for a day when these words actually had a meaning for me.Oddly enough, that time is now.

On my way out of New York I can't think of anything else but: I belong to this place.Waking up with a smile every morning to go to a crappy job is not usual stuff. Just getting out of my bedroom and joining the flow of people to the subway, being one of them (just a little bit less rude) was a good pay back for me.

Oh baby baby it's a wild world.

This Megabus bringing me to Boston is killing me. It's doing it on purpose. The departure was on 34th street, between 11th and 12th. We jumped on and got two second floor front seats and then I realized: the driver is heading uptown. West side, of course.

As soon as we cross 81st street and we are approaching the hardcore emotional area (and I start smelling Harlem) I can't keep it together anymore.

I had managed not to cry until that moment, impressive.
Not that I actually made a scene on the bus, Patricia, so don't roll up your eyes for me. No weird faces or gasps, just tears that couldn't fit in my eyes anymore.

New York is a place that I could call home for some time and I feel incredibly blessed for this.
I had to deal with a lot of valueless, mean people, but I also got to spend time with some of the most amazing people I've ever met. People who make me wanna be a better person, people who inspire me do "more". I just wish I had the right words for you, but unfortunately I don't.
I just wish I had one more day. To tell you everything. But I ran out of time. Or maybe the time was just right.

I achieved the dream of my life, it wasn't easy, but I did it.
And you know what the song says: if I made it here, I can make it everywhere.

No matter what's next

I will always have

A sunset in Williamsburg

There is a light that never goes out

The Rockefeller Tree Lighting happened last night:

As usual, it was a hell of a mess.

Closed streets, confusing cops, a huge crowd...but this time, it was also freezing balls.

People were all so cheerful and happy to be standing in the cold for two hours that became even friendlier than usual. I was about to get killed at some point. But this is not the main story.

This year's show was starring:

-Rod Stewart (apparently famous)

-Tony Bennet (actually famous)

-Cee Lo Green (which is the last person in the world I would associate to Christmas)

-Mariah Carey (her giant boobs are now serving as Tree Ornaments)

-Somebody from American Idol

-Somebody from The Voice

-A teen Sensation in her late 30's

-Il Volo (...)

-The Muppets

-The Rockettes

-Billy Crystal (Was he Harry? Mmm, no, I think he was Sally)

-A drunk guy who was "friendly hitting" her girlfriend in front of us and then kissing her and then peeing on her feet. And then sharing a cookie. Oh, Christmas.

Give Thanks

Most amazing Thanksgiving EVER.
I know, it was the first one, but still...such a good time.
I went to see the Parade with some friends and we had a very good spot, so we were able to see pretty much everything, unknown VIP included. But not Whoopy Goldberg, damn sneaky Whoopy.

A couple of trains after we were in Williamsburg and how can you possibly get bored in the best place in the world? We went to the riverside in the industrial area and there we were: sitting on big blocks of concrete while a breathtaking sunset was displaying all its beauty.


Then we invaded the hotel kitchen and had an Italian/Mexican/American dinner and had a walk in the park..at least until a police car stopped us and ordered to get out because the park was actually closed at that time. We pretended we didn't know about it.
David Bowie was singing "Rebel rebel" in my head.

Yesterday I traveled to Darien, Connecticut, to visit Julia and her family, so I could experience a slice of "real America" and laugh my head off hanging out with Julia and her friends.
Picture the scene: we are sitting in a diner at 2:00 AM and this drunk guy is telling us about Thnksgiving lunch with his half Italian family. At some point he says something like: they were all nuns.
5 Seconds of silence, then another guy says: wait, your family is a whole bunch of nuns?
I started laughing like a pig and crying and couldn't stop for ten minutes, everything that came out his mouth was just too hilarious.

So today I had a tour of Darien and it's a beautiful place, very American, very tv show:

In the afternoon I took a train back.
As soon as I ran out of Grand Central Station: BOOM
New York City.
My heart exploded.
I'm back, bitches.

Breaking balls

I had a pretty awesome weekend.
On Saturday I went with Patricia and Vi to see Breaking Dawn part 2.
We went to the movie theater at 6:30 and the first ticket we could get was for the 9 PM show. We were told we had to line up for 2 hours if we wanted to seat all together and in nice spots.
Ok, we were feeling pretty teenager, but not that much. So in the meantime we went to a diner where I had this glorious wrap (Black beans wrap, avocado, chicken, tomatoes, bacon):

Then we agreed for a 1 hour queue, which surprisingly was full of guys, like groups of guys, not just reluctant boyfriends holding sweaty hands of some overexcited girlfriend. As soon as they let us in, the run began.
People went crazy. This is "Patricia the runner", she was the worst of all :)

In this precise moment she was asking me to stop taking pictures, but I was just accumulating evidences of the madness.

To use them against her.

Someday.

The movie was awful, of course, and we were expecting some vampiresque sex scenes that never arrived, but the guys sitting behind us provided the best commenteary throughout the movie.

It was crazy, people were actually screaming and clapping hands everytime a bad guy had his head ripped off.

In the end there is this very romantic scene when Edward and Bella are laying in the same field they were in the first movie and they're looking in each other eyes and saying meaningless shit. At some point she says: I wanna show you something.

At that point it was all so pointless that I couldn't help myself but saying out loud: Your boobs?

Maybe a little too loud.

So we started laughing histerically till the end and I couldn't really get how the movie ended.

I have to watch it again.

Not funny

Two daya ago I was on my way to Grand Central Station. So I get out of the subway at Times Square and first thing I hear is people screaming. Since I'm very curious (read: I can't do my own business) I follow the screams and see a bunch of people with Israel flags.
Facing a group of people with Palestin flags.
And police in between. Not funny.

I was really late, so I didn't stop to see what was going on and I kept walking. I was on 42nd, waiting to cross Fifth Avenue and a Chinese girl came to ask me where she could find the Public Library. So I just turned around and pointed at it, cause it was right behind her ass.

Another girl noticed us and asked me which direction to take to get to Park Avenue. I told her and felt so proud of myself that I grew 5 centimeters.
But that's not the point.
The point is that if the second girl hadn't approached me, I would have turned around to see if the first girl was going in the right way, it's something I always do.
And maybe I would have seen something really amazing.
Cause you know, Chinese girls are always very informed about what's going on.
And yesterday I checked out Twitter and saw that fucking Lea Michele was filming Glee in New York City on Sunday.
And by the picture she posted I couldn't see a lot, only a street lamp.
But I swear to God that street lamp looked like a fucking Bryant Park street lamp. Which is right behind the public library.
Not funny.

The glamourous life of NYC

The last two days have been.........................................dynamic.
 The agency I work at was running a fashion photo shoot and even if I was just partially involved, it was crazy.
One of the models was amazing and I heard she's been casted for Dolce & Gabbana.
She's 16.
God bless you.
My part in all of this was carrying steamers around Midtown

Carrying racks around Midtown:

Shooting pictures at people shooting pictures:

So tonight I'm staying in my room. Yeah, I pretend New York life is stressing me out but I'm actually staying here cause I'm broke. This city is way too expensive.
And I'm also stressed out.
But mostly broke.

So on my way home I bought a bottle of red wine to cheer me up and I have to say that after a half of it I'm pretty cheerful. I bothered my room neighbours to share the wine with me cause drinking alone looked just sad.
And then I took the longest shower of my life.
And now I'm a new person. Ready for the weekend!