Quips.

Sometimes I think New York is like my husband. All shiny and exciting at first, and then he gets a belly and, I don't know, stops wearing deodorant. (This is what Alison says while we search for rats to curve boredom while waiting for the train.)

Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie. But then I think, "If my life were a movie, I'd have a better wardrobe." (This is why I spent way too much money on only three items at the largest store in the world after one particularly bad day.)

Brittany, quit flashing gang signs. (This is what my mother yells to me across a crowded subway after I wave my fingers at her. Wave as in, "HI MOM," not as in, "MEET ME LATER TONIGHT WITH THE GOODS.")



Family always makes New York just a little bit prettier =)