This weekend was the longest period of time I have spent away from my sweet llama since she moved in; a time made longer by the fact that we were on opposite ends of the country. It was nonetheless a fantastic trip! My darling Tyler and I embarked on a whirlwind of college scouting goodness in the one, the only, New York City. What a man. And what a weekend it was.
Friday:
We were getting ready by 4:45 am and at the airport by 6:15, and while I can put on the excellent show of hopping out of bed to get the alarm, I can assure you that it takes all my concentration to be that perky and alert at that hour. *Pat on back for me* The plane was like any other. Although it was made much more entertaining by reading Tina Fey's Bossypants and observing the uber-Gaga fan sitting next to me. He was all decked out in her T-shirt, and earbuds and blasting her music the entire flight. I have to say though, nothing was more entertaining than watching the Rachel Zoe Project with no sound. Let me take this moment of vanity and tell you: my dialougue is much better than the real thing.
Upon arriving at JFK my mother attempted photo documentation. You will never see these photos as I have made it my mission in life to destroy all evidence of those atrocious photos. I'm gonna be looking for a new mission in life pretty damn soon.
Our beautiful, spunky, and marvelous host Paula welcomed us to her Brooklyn abode and made eight of the most magically delectable pizzas mine mouth hath ever devoured. For reals.
Saturday:
We were out of the house by 8:45 and off to the F train. After a marvelous encounter with the wonders of the New York Subway system, we were in the Upper West Side and just sliding into our appointment at Fordham University at Lincoln Center. Let me just say that those dorms were GIGANTIC!!!!!!!! If you want to live apartment style with a view on the Upper West Side as a freshman this is your school. It was a pretty sweet fucking deal. Excuse my brief foray into the land of profane speech. It's been known to happen on occasion. We left that center of Jesuit learning for Lincoln Center where we were once again pulled into a photo-op but this time I have no trouble sharing it with you. We came out looking a little like this
And then we journeyed to Jersey where we enjoyed some quality time with my triplet cousins and made some magical homemade pasta.
Sunday:
Oh boyo! The day of all days! The day my college seeking heart found a home! NYU is my mecca. At least for (hopefully) the next four years. It's time to start brainstorming potential bank jobs. I'm gonna need as much financial support as possible and let's face it: FAFSA will be no help. Maybe I could get celebrities to sponsor my cause and throw a charity night in my honor. Or I could just resort to claiming I'm a questioning youth. My personal statement would go something like this--
"I just don't know who I am. I look at girls and I think they're pretty, but then I look at
boys and think the same thing! I can't make up my mind. I need a safe and
accepting environment to discover the nether-regions of my sexuality."
To illustrate our time at NYU I have put together a photo story. See below.
and this day culminated in yet another photo story in the loft where I was sleeping. We tried to be hipsters but that failed and we reverted to our true personalities.
Sweet baby jesus this turned out to be long. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed my brief brag session about NYC!!!!!!!!!
Sincerely, Poncho
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