It Is So Good To Be Young

When you have amazing friends, you get emails like this:

And when you are 27 and without much responsibility, you can respond (within 15 seconds):

Ahhhh, so good!

So Jack and I hopped on a Greyhound (an experience in itself) and spent about 48 blissful, reckless, almost entirely awake, giggle-filled, spontaneous hours in New York.

Unfortunately, when I got home and wanted to share the experience, I realized my camera never left my bag...

So, we're gonna do this Hangover style.  I collected the relics of the weekend that survived, and we'll piece it together.

CVS bargain bin water bottle. Jackie ran into the Greyhound station 3 solid minutes before the bus left carrying 2 of these filled with gin and tonic. And limes. To make sure that the drinks had limes, Jack skipped dinner and forgot to print her bus tickets.  We managed to board the bus on time and the drinks made our ride entirely delightful.

One Blurry Cell Phone Photo: It appears to be Jackie and I, drinking some awesome and potent Sangria at  Dos Caminos.  This was just after we learned that the Rapture was a sham (forreal?!), after a psychic reading that proved Jackie had a good aura, after we ordered $90 worth of Mexican food that we'd try to shovel down in minutes/drag around the city all night in to-go boxes, and just before we realized that we had to be at a show in 24 minutes, before we'd run tipsy in the rain trying to get a cab to take us to the show.

Tickets and Playbill from Born Yesterday: Jackie's friend Phil produced the show and got us the tickets. Saturday at 8:00pm.
L'Express card: Amazing Le Burger at 3:00am on Saturday to welcome us to the City.
Holiday Inn room key: We slept there for a solid 4 hours of sleep from Saturday at 5am until 9. No shower curtain, felt like heaven after the Greyhound, unfriendly bellhop.
Ticket for the LIRR: When you have less than 48 hours in New York, you should definitely go out to Long Island... Obvi. Only to see the most worthy friends. Sunday at 9am.
MetroCard: With ten bucks still on it... A symbol of our genuine desire to be thrifty losing to our stronger impulse to take cabs...everywhere...

Sooo, no glossy pictures, but plenty to remember the weekend by.
It Is So Good To Be Young.