Mad, Dead Ass, B.

Three things really stand out in my mind when I think about my recent trip to New York City. As I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in the rain and freezing temperatures, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental because I was so grateful for friends who were willing to brave such frigid conditions and make the best of an otherwise dubious situation. Second, I experienced the perfect sitcom moment when my friends and I thought we were waving at a dog from an apartment building, but it turned out to be an ugly, naked guy changing with his blinds open. And third, New Yorkers love cheese pizza and for that reason alone, I would never belong there.