It’s strange being a tourist in a town where I lived for eight years, but I figured, what the hey. Let’s do all the things. When you actually live in a place, rarely do you do really see and do the things that people travel thousands of miles to. That was a sentence? Grammar. Meh! Walked over the Brooklyn bridge with sister Carrie:
Dropped a ridiculous amount of bank (but SO WORTH IT, LIKE I CRIED) on theater tickets:
And a Hiptel room with an Empire view:
I’m proudly a pair of weird capri pants short of total tourist status. PLEASE WHERE IS Q TRAIN?