New York City was absolutely fabulous. I fell in love. Central Park, Washington Square, Little Italy, Radio City Rockettes, the Thanksgiving Day Parade, smelly cabs, pushy street vendors (miss,miss,fendigucciprada?fendigucciprada?) and snotty Tiffany & Co. sales staff. I embraced it all.
Not to mention the ginormous Gap ads of my boyfriend. Looks like I have a new “insert Jim Halpert face here” photo for the Bachelor recaps. And for my screen saver. And a poster above my bed.
Is that too much information?