I <3 NY

The midterm elections may have been a week and a half ago now, but the first 2012 presidential debate has already been announced for next spring (groan), and we’re celebrating TPM’s 10th anniversary (check out our sweet birthday logo). Two of my coworkers moved onto new jobs last week — after purchasing four bottles of champagne for them in two days at a nearby liquor store, the cashier asked me, “It’s a bubbly kind of week, huh?” (It was.) All this to say work is still keeping me very busy and this is just gonna be a quickie.

When work is as time- and energy-consuming as it is now, it’s easy to lose sight of the important things — luckily, I have the Village Voice around for that, and their recently published “50 reasons to be pretty damn euphoric you live in New York City” has helped me through the most stressful of times. Some of my favorites:

48. The secret Chick Fil-A at the NYU dining hall.

Despite a diet of Chick-Fil-A almost every single day throughout high school and college, I have yet to visit this gem — the only Chick-Fil-A in the city. It’s on the list.

40. That horrified look on our parents’ friends’ faces when we tell them we live in “Hell’s Kitchen.”

That’s me! (And this week actually marks one year that I’ve lived in my current Hell’s Kitchen apartment — just renewed the lease!) Nevermind my parents’ friends — my parents (mom especially) still cringe at my neighborhood’s name.

38. Drinking is like breathing. Or slightly more acceptable.

Katie/Natasha has previously said she’s scared for my liver — but she understood that that’s just how we do it here. Now that she’s in London and meeting family friends at pubs, I’d wager the same might be true…

30. The fact that one-bedroom apartments cost an average minimum of a half-million dollars means we think nothing of spending $12 on lunch.

This is very, very true, and actually very, very bad. The one quibble I have with the list. Though it does feel good when I go home and everything is insanely cheap (to me).

21. Broadway. Museums. CULTCH-AH. Even if you never actually go to see anything (though you should, at least once).

This is honestly probably the main reason I always wanted to live in a big city (not that smaller cities are without culture; I love you, Karpeles Manuscript Library of Shreveport). But New York is overflowing with it, we’re totally spoiled! Did I mention I went to a (free) taping of The Colbert Report last night with Quincy Jones as the guest? ❤

7. Subway “prewalking,” in which you walk to the exact right spot on the platform to board the train car that will save you the most time upon exit, exists and has a name. Gotta respect.

Not sure this will make sense to people without public transportation — when my friend Rachel read this, she was like, ‘other people do that?’ Oh yes we do. Absolutely essential.

And probably actually my number one:

24. When you fly back into the city after a vacation or business trip, no matter how long you’ve lived here, you get that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling.

It’s so true. And so amazing. Even after that three-day trip to D.C. — I was barely gone from the city! — when the bus rolled into Jersey and I saw the beautiful Manhattan skyline getting closer, I was indeed pretty damn euphoric.

In other news…the city’s getting ready for the holiday season already! And the Quidditch World Cup is this weekend. And the NYC Deathly Hallows red carpet premiere is Monday. And the movie comes out next Thursday. Really can’t tell you what I’m more excited about. 😀

Empire State Building lit up in holiday colors on the opening night of Radio City Music Hall's Christmas Spectacular.

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