Hot Child in the City

Last weekend I went to New York City to visit my best friend Caroline. As you can see, I was thrilled to be reunited with her. Here we are at a Subway station waiting to take the L. I take a lot of Ls with Caroline and she knows it.

My transportation to and from New York was chock-full of misadventure. I was supposed to fly out Friday afternoon but that flight was canceled. I was booked on another flight for Saturday morning. It also got canceled. Luckily my girl Becky with Delta customer service hooked me up with a 9 o'clock flight for Saturday. And then that flight was...delayed. I can deal with delayed. My sweet baby angel of a friend Emily waited with me at the airport and we watched people come through the arrivals gate. We were either welcoming them to North Carolina or making them seriously reconsider including this state in their travel plans. We watched reunions and stared at this one guy who brought roses. We thought we came across as encouraging but it was probably more menacing. Btw...the security channel sucks.

When I finally made it to the city I was ready to eat. I mean Delta's Biscoff cookies are the best part of every flight but they only go so far. Here is me proudly posing with an ice cream/waffle cone concoction that I ate. I also gave Caroline a bite. I'm too kind.

Sunday I had some regards to send so we headed over to Broadway. Avid readers will remember my obsession with Anastasia as documented here. I was thrilled to make Anastasia my first Broadway musical because back in the late 1990s while y'all were sleeping on 20th Century Fox with your Cinderella and your Snow White, I was pretending to be a Russian orphan with memory loss. In the theater version there were some characters missing...notably Rasputin and Pooka. Instead of Rasputin the antagonist was a Bolshevik general named Gleb that I was immediately obsessed with. Whilst perusing the playbill I discovered 2 things. 1) The actor who plays Gleb is Iranian. 2) I definitely have a type. Even without Rasputin this production was still plenty scary. Caroline and I looked on fearfully when trains leaving Russia were canceled left and right as Anastasia, Dmitry and Vlad tried to get tickets. Who knew Delta ran the train system in communist Russia?



We actually were happy to see each other and even happier to have found a T.J. Maxx that sells Clinique, MAC and Kat Von D makeup because it's expensive being ugly. Thank God for free Snapchat filters like this one.

Of all the things to do in and around Times Square, here you can see me excitedly posing with a poster of the cast of Saturday Night Live because I'm more David Spade than Kate Spade. A lot of people were annoyed in the making of this photo. At least 2 people (me and Carol) didn't care.

I did things besides eat in New York. You just can't tell from my pictures. In my defense, this milkshake is more beautiful than any ticket stub or tourist snapshot. If you want to see the Statue of Liberty or Empire State Building Google image search it like everyone else. If you want to see some decadent desserts, holla at me.

But there's only so many days a girl can go without getting her Real Housewives fix. Eventually my Hulu beckoned and it was time to return to the greatest state in America, North Carolina. After a bumpy flight, my friend Chelsea picked me up from the airport and we headed straight to Cook Out. You can take the girl out of North Carolina...but you can't sell char-grilled burgers up north for some reason. Once we settled in my room with our fried food, ranch and an old cycle of America's Next Top Model, I noticed this little paw under my door. It was good to know that Munch missed me, or at the very least, thought I would give him a French fry. He was wrong.