For the record, I am going to milk the shit out of living in New York for the past three years. It makes me sound much more impressive and pretentious than I really am and gives woman something to think about besides my uncanny resemblance to a Hobbit.
So when a friend or colleague plans a last minute trip to New York, let’s fly by the seat of our pants and do this shit.
With that being said, Steve and I are heading to the Big Apple to hang out with some friends, sell some shoes and according to the Vegan eating Steve… eat this. (All the kid eats is carrots but will literally devour any food challenge thrown his way…. yeah I don’t get it either.)
That smug little bastard smiling the entire way
While the arrival is highly anticipated, the trip is not as the Megabus has often been referred to as “hell on wheels”. When this “service” originated, they prided themselves on $1 bus fares and wireless Internet; but flash-forward to three years later and a seat on this two-decker nightmare with a baby screaming in your face and cig burns on the headrests costs about 150 bucks. So keep posted as I plan to rant on about the discomfort and anxiety I’m guaranteed to experience for the eight hour duration. Until then, enjoy some pictures of cool shoes. Laturrrrrr