With the "excitement of Poughkeepsie"
(an oxymoron in itself) beginning to dwindle, I packed my bags, hopped on the Metro North, and headed to the Big Apple for the weekend. Most of Thursday and Friday was spent relaxing, bonding with Magnus (my uncle's new dog), and watching the latest season of OITNB.
Early Saturday was when the weekend really started to heat up, or late Friday evening, however Saturday was the kickoff to the Puerto Rican Weekend. Somewhere between late morning and early afternoon on Saturday I found myself, with daquiri in hand, in the middle of a million people at the Puerto Rican Festival. Shortly after finishing my drink and being bombarded with a whole bunch of "right of passage" Puerto Rican songs, I fled the scene and headed out to the Bronx Zoo. This being my first zoo experience (that I'll ever be able to remember), I was somewhat excited to see what was in store. After traveling through Africa, Asia, and the slums of the Bronx, I ended up back in Harlem and ultimately with another, much stronger, drink in hand. Feeling charged, lit, and ready to go, I went to a party in the Bronx where I met up with my cousin and some friends. This is also where I've met quite possibly the one of the worst people I've encountered so far in life, Malcolm. (Even worse than the lady on the train ride down who opened conversation with me by stating,
"I'm sorry I smell like human feces," then proceeded to talk my ears off for the remaining 40 minutes she was on the train. She was nice, just a little annoying and pretty funky.) There were so many things wrong with him
but we'll get to that in later posts. The party was fun, and I met some great, funny people. I checked out at around 3:30 A.M., drunk, sore, and ready to go to bed, I climbed in my uber and climbed right back out when I reached my destination forgetting
(lets say) to pay him.
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| Renell's favorite spot in the city |
The next day was Sunday. I had plans to attend church at 11 A.M. I didn't arrive until 12:52 P.M., attending only about seven percent of the two hour service. After church, I was back to ordering drinks, enjoying
Sunday Funday to the fullest. Before meeting up with my friend Renell, I had two stops to make,
the liquor store and la bodega. I managed to whip up a concoction before hopping on the train. Once off the train we went to Shake Shack for the first time. The food was good, but of course there was nowhere to sit. After Shake Shack, we walked around the city and headed back home before sundown. The rest of my Sunday was spent playing with Magnus and watching the Finals.
Monday didn't offer much excitement. My weekend had ended just as how it had started; I spent the day relaxing, bonding with Magnus, and watching OITNB until I got back on the Metro North and headed home.
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| New friends in New York |
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| Magnus Carter |
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| Gorilla Family at Bronx Zoo |
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| What's a lit night without a bathroom mirror selfie |
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| I don't remember this being taken |
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| In Puerto Rico |
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| In "Africa" |
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| Giraffe |
Early Saturday was when the weekend really started to heat up, or late Friday evening, however Saturday was the kickoff to the Puerto Rican Weekend. Somewhere between late morning and early afternoon on Saturday I found myself, with daquiri in hand, in the middle of a million people at the Puerto Rican Festival. Shortly after finishing my drink and being bombarded with a whole bunch of "right of passage" Puerto Rican songs, I fled the scene and headed out to the Bronx Zoo. This being my first zoo experience (that I'll ever be able to remember), I was somewhat excited to see what was in store. After traveling through Africa, Asia, and the slums of the Bronx, I ended up back in Harlem and ultimately with another, much stronger, drink in hand. Feeling charged, lit, and ready to go, I went to a party in the Bronx where I met up with my cousin and some friends. This is also where I've met quite possibly the one of the worst people I've encountered so far in life, Malcolm. (Even worse than the lady on the train ride down who opened conversation with me by stating, "I'm sorry I smell like human feces," then proceeded to talk my ears off for the remaining 40 minutes she was on the train. She was nice, just a little annoying and pretty funky.) There were so many things wrong with him but we'll get to that in later posts. The party was fun, and I met some great, funny people. I checked out at around 3:30 A.M., drunk, sore, and ready to go to bed, I climbed in my uber and climbed right back out when I reached my destination forgetting (lets say) to pay him.
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