I could dive right into discussing this cassoulet or we could spend a few minutes catching up on New York City. Right, that’s what I thought. I will start with a quick gush: the city from every angle is just, well, beautiful. I feel like I was fully immersed in the way of true city life. Not only was my life threatened within minutes of landing inside its gates (I took this to mean only one thing, I was being welcomed with open arms), I was also smack dab front and center in Times Square. I know, for us tourists it’s the Mecca of NYC, for you New Yorkers it’s like being dragged to your Great-Grandmother’s house to watch golf and eat horrible ham and mayonnaise sandwiches on stale, gummy white wonder (not) bread — yeah, don’t ask. Basically, The Square is the pits for you Big-Apple-blooded permanents, and you don’t go there…ever. And I get it. I wasn’t too excited myself. I’m a bit of an introvert (my husband says that’s the biggest understatement of my life, but you all wouldn’t agree, right? I can
talk type a lot. Sometimes.) and being around crowds makes me claustrophobic. And when I say crowd, I mean three people including myself.
Usually I will just hang on my husbands arm and have him pull me through the ocean of walking blobs around me as I choke on all the people (read: like all of them) smoking, but this trip, my anniversary trip, I was all on my own. I’m not going to call out my husband here because now that it’s all over I had a fantastic time (hair cut, I’m talking about you) and well, he’s a pretty great guy so I can’t complain about anything, but this trip was actually a business trip I tagged along on because it fell on a pretty big milestone of ours. Five years, I mean, that’s a pretty big deal. So he conferenced it up during the day, while I hit the streets becoming, what I like to think of as, a true New Yorker. I mean, I had it down. I brought my walking shoes and I bobbed and weaved my way in and out of people, I ignored the stop signals in cross walks and I had my iphone ear buds in rockin’ out to my top 50 secluding myself to my own world of instagram and google maps, because heck, I had no idea how to get around. I even hailed my own cab. I’m legit now.