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New York: Where Much Ice Cream Was Consumed Now That I Think of It

WELL. That was eventful. I don't know how you all feel about trip posts, but this is going to be a trip post. Avec photos. Because I like photos. They are the lazy person's way out of writing. So.

Some of the stuff I did


I did a lot of stuff. Soooo much stuff. Including meeting Alley from What Red Read, who is pretty much as delightful as you would expect from her blog and who took us to a place that had milkshakes. So score 1 for internet meetups.

SOME THINGS DONE:

The site of Emma Goldman's old apartment

Musical about Aimee Semple McPherson, where Kathie Lee Gifford squeezed my hand and looked deep into my eyes -- what can I say; I have this effect on people

Musical about Edwin Drood where I got this badass t-shirt:


Went to opera about how awesome some emperor is because of his clemency (you know how clemency sells), but actually the emperor's not in it much and it's mainly a lot of mezzos in pants running around having feelings, so I LOVED it.


There were two men in this opera and none are in these pictures.
Also Vitellia's dress is AH-mazing.

Had an egg cream, which was underwhelming, but the name remains fantastic.

Read in the NYPL Reading Room, which in the above collage is the pretty ceiling thing.

Had brunch with Jenny from Jenny's Books (who is really quite great and her blog is funny + smart, which is my favorite KIND of blog, so you should go read it and don't not read her tags)

Read on the Staten Island Ferry as it was enshrined in fog (yeah, I said it)

Almost fell asleep on the Staten Island Ferry

Was introduced to this series of videos by my brother and his boyfriend. They're the new thing to quote, people.

I ate everything all the time and then walked a lot but NOT ENOUGH. Also it misted basically the whole time, but was around 50 degrees. I didn't even wear gloves. And it's mid-December. People were lovely, plays were good, and I am returned to Chicago fatter and sleepier. Which is probably the general goal of trips. So "I win" is really what should be taken from this.

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