I can’t remember how many times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass
I’ve been wracking my brain for weeks now, trying to narrow down my favorite New York memories to 10. Drunken nights on the Upper East Side, drunken nights in the old Daily News building, the first time I laid eyes on someone I would fall in love with, the first time I laughed at something someone who would become my best friend said. My first trip to a professional sports locker room; my first kiss in Central Park. It’s all too much, so I’m writing down as many as I can remember so I can read this when the Western Massachusetts nights get lonely, cold and sad.
This list will grow, once people remind me of stuff or I sit up in the middle of the night and remember stuff that needs to be here. So if you think of something I should remember, tell me. I didn’t leave it out because I forgot, just a massive brain fart on my part. (rhyme)
My first time covering Fashion Week. It was a Betsey Johnson show. I didn’t know what to expect and what I got was a spectacle of the senses that gave me such a deep appreciation for fashion. The music, the colors, the 60-something year old woman doing cartwheels. I remember desperately trying to maintain my footing among all the smelly, middle-aged, foreign photographers. I couldn’t; I didn’t want to watch the show through the camera lense; i wanted to watch it as it happened. I would never toss my nose at the fashion industry ever again.
The first time I was hit on by a celebrity. Though I imagine calling him that is a bit of a stretch. It was 2008, the Tin Lizzy on the Upper East Side. I’d probably had four vodka Red Bulls, wasn’t feeling any pain and was blasting my best white girl dance to anything by Usher. There was a flurry of people behind me, I remember a friend of mine grabbing my arm and being like “ohmigawd DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS” and me screaming “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” which was effectively no. I turned around some minutes later, and an older, black gentleman called me to come over. I bounced over, said hello and he grabbed my wrist. Placed it on his inner thigh. WHERE HIS FULLY ERECT PENIS WAS RIGHT THERE UNDER HIS PANTS. He then asked me “If I took you home, what would you do with this.” Well, my response was to look horrified, run to the bathroom, hide for 20 minutes, come back out, and then have a friend ask me what Charlie Murphy was asking me about. I probably shouldn’t have smoked so much pot in college while watching The Chapelle Show or I would have recognized him.
My first Subway Series game. It was June of 2009. Johan Santana got lit up. Jason and I had many beers and I met someone who’d become so important to me. It was such a perfect day; I remember using that word even now. It’s a day that I’d be comfortable reliving again in the moment I leave this life.
The night Jorge and I sat front row at Wicked. January of 2010. I never win anything ever, and I won the rush lottery for Wicked.
The night that me, Jason, and two of my other friends got Legend’s tickets from a good friend of mine. It is truly something else to experience a baseball game when you are literally part of the action. Also, we ate like 76 plates of food and cleaned the suite out of Swedish Fish.
The time that I was covering an event at Citi Field, during batting practice and waiting for the dog parade to start on the warning track a bp ball nearly took me out. I picked up the ball with my left, non throwing non useful for anything other than occasionally eating hand and throwing the ball to Derek Lowe. Wide right is a kind description, and he looked disgusted. Kind of an unfortunate way to encounter one of your baseball heroes.
My first New Years with Jorge. Which turned into an annual event I’ve grown to look forward to more than any other holiday. There’s been a rotating cast over the years, but the staple of my two best friends, Jorge and Jason, have remained constant since 2007.
The time Becky and I went on the booze cruise.
Marching in the Pride Parade just after New York legalized Gay Marriage. I can’t imagine what it is like to fight for such a basic human right, a right that I was born into. It was the best party I’ve ever been to and it’s not even close.