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Conquering the North

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I love to travel. So much so that my secret dream is to have Samantha Brown’s job, or better even Anthony Bourdain’s. That said, If I could I would take the opportunity to travel the world and back, no doubt about that.

I’m sitting on the Metro North making my way to White Plains right now. I woke up crack ass early (5am!! 😱) and I have to say that I’m enjoying my little train ride. Got my coffee, got my snackie that’s currently in my belly, and all is well in the world.

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The only reason I’m headed to Westchestah is for work, the real fun begins at 5pm when I get picked up by my boy and our friends and we start making our way to The North! Canada, eh? Cannot. Wait.

It will be a good weekend!

Xx

Good Things Do Happen in NYC

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A lady came into my store the other day and reminded me of what beautiful things can happen in a crazy city like New York. “Oh! You’re the girl with the story” She said. She recognized my confused expression and went on: “Yes, a few weeks ago? The story with the cab driver.” Ahhhh, yes! How could I forget?

People often say that New Yorkers are rude assholes, but chances are that 9 out of 10 times a new Yorker will go out of his/her way to help out a lost tourist. Also, the truth is that 10 out of 10 times we are moody because “hey, you and your entire family are taking up the sidewalk, staring at buildings and shit and I’m running late.”

What the lady reminded me of was something special. NYC cab drivers are a different animal. They are most of the times rude and I can’t say that I have ever had a “good” encounter with any of them. Most times they say shit under their breath if you’re not paying cash and I actually had a horrible altercation with one of them (there were many “fuck you’s” exchanged… Asshole). But this time I was totally caught off guard.

A copule of weekends ago I was running late for work so I hailed a cab. On the way there I was looking at my driver. Older white man with long, snowy white hair in a low pony tail and a fluffy white beard to match, not to mention his funny round glasses. He was wearing a tan parka and all I could imagine him being was a hippie. I know… kinda rude?

When I got to my destination I swiped my debit card. The transaction was taking longer than usual so my driver decided to press something that restarted the meter. I got really annoyed because 1)it was 8am on a Saturday and 2) I just thought “this hippie cab driver, is he high?! …Grrr!!” So I had to borrow cash from my coworker and whatnot….

Hours later I come up from my break and see a man looking around and I think: “Hmm, that man looks a lot like my driver this morning” and sure enough, it was him. Our conversation went a little like this:
Me: Hi sir how are you?
Cabbie: I’m well. Say, would you happen to know the girl that opened this morning?
Me: I knew I recognized you! Yes, it was me.
Cabbie: I believe you had to give me cash because my meter didn’t charge your card. Well, the transaction actually went through. You gave me…. 12 bucks right?
Me: OMG! Yes…. That’s really nice of you!! This is amazing, this never happens!
Lady overhearing conversation: Wait, what just happened??
2nd lady snooping: Yeah, what happened?!

After explaining to the eavesdroppers, they all praised him for the kind gesture and he just shook my hand and went on his merry way. It was a glorious beautiful moment for me that you only really hear about. I’m glad a stranger did me a good deed :) and I guess I’ll never know why he did it. Was he in the neighborhood? Did he finish his shift and decide to come out of his way to give this girl her money back? We’ll never know. I should’ve just asked. I just know that had I seen my statement that month and that charge had been there I would’ve shat on him. Well, I’m glad I didn’t have to.

Happy Saturday everyone :)
Xx

A Lesson in Friendship

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For as long as I can remember, she has finished my sentences and even said the things that were crossing my mind as I was thinking them. The little crab and this little lion were made for one another. We had aliases for the boys we liked and always made fun of what funny, crazy old ladies we would be like when we’re 80 years old.

We grew up in similar family settings and spent the most “painful” parts of young adulthood together, providing each other with a shoulder to cry on and words of wisdom only a teenager can give. Writing our experiences one hand written note between classes at a time, not to mention the countless hours spent on the phone every day, we grew into sisters.

For the past few years our encounters have been few and far in between and our communication almost nonexistent. Going to different colleges and  then moving on to different islands, our lives haven’t had the chance to be intertwined to the extent we would like… only meeting about once or twice a year makes for a giant void.

But… what makes our friendship so solid is that no matter how much time passes since the last time we saw each other, it is as if we were never gone for so long. Given this is true for many of my friends alike, with her and my little Super Friend (you know who you are!) it always feels special. I know that we will grow old and still be the same girls we were growing up

We’re so alike, yet so different. She’s witty, smart, and downright dirty with her jokes… but soon enough if I ever have problems with my brain, I will surely go to her to run diagnostics on me. Brutally honest and gorgeous , being around her makes me want to be a better person… because when we’re together I am truly happy.

 

 

 

 

I know the day is over but happy hump day lovelies.

Night, night

Xx