Pilgrimage to NYC
My last trip to NYC was the first I felt like I could actually live there. I wanted to experience the city with my bf and during this trip, I was a lot more at-ease than Chicago and, therefore, less cunty.
Other than an hour-long baggage claim fiasco that was easily resolved, everything went smoothly. We stayed with my friends Shawn and Mark in Astoria, Queens. We ate at some really good places such as LIC Bistro, Pio Pio, Sigiri, Xian Famous Foods, and Cafe Habana. I took Erik for the first time to the Highline. If (big IF) I ever wanted to get married, I’d probably propose there. We ended up going out all the nights we were there together. We explored the gamut of Hell’s Kitchen gay bars/clubs, including a place called the Ritz, which was such a misnomer. It was far from ritzy, especially a dance floor surrounded by what looked like an elevated, gladiator-arena seating. But, it was mostly an East Village trip, as most of my time ended up being spent there. My last day there was spent mostly exploring and shopping on my own.
There really was nothing spectacular about this trip, honestly. It felt very normal. Just like life, most of the time. Which is why I realized that I could live in NYC. It felt very day-to-day. I loved it.
