I've never been to New York City.
I'm a little nervous.
It's weird, right? That I've lived in Massachusetts my whole life, and I've never been there? It's just never come up. I mean, I've been to Upstate New York a bunch of times back when I was in my band. I've been to a wedding in Rochester. And I sort of, kind of visited the city, if you count driving straight to JFK and then back home (I don't).
So, we have some family who live Upstate. We're going to visit them for a week, and take the train down to the city a couple of times. All I know about New York City comes from TV and movies, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to get kidnapped and sold into the sex slave trade. My husband will be murdered for his organs, and my son will use our credit cards to rent a luxurious room at the Plaza Hotel, where he will spend a week thwarting the wacky criminal hijinks of Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern.
Alright, fine, I am also kind of excited. I mean, I've always wanted one of those blue paper coffee cups that says "We are happy to serve you." That's pretty much my number one New York goal. Is that weird? I have more unusual goals. Behold:
I also plan on hiding in the aisles at the Public Library, dressed as a ghost, so I can shush people like that first spirit in "Ghostbusters." So, yeah, keep an eye out for that Vine.
Coming up next week, I have some super rad guest posts lined up. I hope you love them as much as I do.