Auntie took a trip to New York for the Labor Day weekend and has written a post she’s asked me to publish for her. Enjoy!!
I have lots of great things to say about NY so I thought I would share in the form of a blog. Here goes!
I love NY and here’s why:
My best friend just moved to Brooklyn from Long Beach, Ca., and she invited me down for the long weekend to go to Fire Island with her and her girlfriend. For those of you who don’t know about Fire Island ( I didn’t!), it is a small island with two predominantly gay communities. We stayed in the town of Cherry Grove. There are no cars; hell, there are no streets! It is all boardwalks and it is very cool.
First I want to say that I am a Sox fan. GO SOX! Obviously, I was in enemy territory. As you may or may not know, the Sox recently got swept by the Spankies. So, when the ferry pulls up, we are greeted by one woman holding a broom and another holding a huge sign that read “NEW YORK SWEEPS THE SOX!” Yeah, real funny. The entire boat went nuts with cheers, and I began reminding them of the 5 game lead we still had. Anyway, when we got to the house, there were about 25 Yankee pictures all over the place. These woman went all out. It really was funny. Thankfully, I was able to get my revenge by announcing to them that their beloved Yanks got there asses handed to them by Tampa Bay. Thank you again, Mrs. Chili, for the updates! Really, it was all in good fun and these woman were fabulous.
Everyone I met was so nice and welcoming; not just my friends friends, but random people. One of the things that makes me crazy is when I am at a club and someone bumps in to me without saying “sorry” or “excuse me.” EVERY person who bumped me owned it, and the club was packed 3 nights in a row. People offered to help us lug our shit both on and off the boat, and the bartender gave us a round of shots for free! That just doesn’t happen around here. Maybe it was just the island life and the city isn’t so nice, although the cab driver was really nice even though I thought he was trying to kill me.
I loved the way the people talked: so many sentences started with “listen to me!” or, “you don’t know what you are talking about!” but you could tell it was in fun. Every person I was with was great. I can’t wait to go back.
He wasn’t trying to kill you, he was trying to get you there as quickly as possible so that you wouldn’t kill him.
It was fabulous to have you here, glad the rest of the weekend went well, too.