I've temporarily broken out of my suburban bubble -- until my upcoming Southern-bound TDay food coma-- and have admittedly missed out on some revolutionary happenings in my beloved New York.
People cutting down trees in the East Village: More specifically, beautiful Weeping Willows in Alphabet City.
The death of Four Loko: (Althought not really because apparently it's still available/legal in New Jersey. Caffeinated drunks live on!)
NYU was forced to give up part of their plan to take over the entire island of Manhattan, including its airspace
More Bedbugs, and the heroes in this whole bug-laden mess.
Coffee Porn in a Cup: It's not as interesting as it sounds. I was picturing a tea-leaf-like porn rendering in a coffee cup. But no, it's just a million espresso's in one recipient designed to make you feel like you're having heart irregularities.
A Hipster Fight Club on the lower east side? Oh no, imagine all those ironic mustaches, ironic bow ties, thick-framed glasses and seemingly unfinished haircuts being messed up. "The way you just hit me was soo post-modern," I can just imagine them saying...
The Quidditch World Cup: I have one friend in particular, an admittedly Harry Potter-obsessed fanatic, who would be all over this if she were in New York. Seeing people pretending to fly on broomsticks whilst trying to put a ball in a ring is right up there with seeing hipsters duke it out. (And now I'm expecting a lecture from my friend about the complex rules and regulations of Quidditch which I've probably grossly misrepresented.)
It's nice to be in a place where leaf-blowing and lawn-mowing (those aren't euphemisms) are not the main activities of the day. As I walked down the street yesterday, listening to the melodious sounds of a homeless man trying to beat box, I thought to myself, "Damn, it's good to be back."
You got the Quidditch rules fine. and keep writing. Cracked up at these posts :)
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