Out of the Funk ... so I acted like an NYC Tourist

Well, my friends, I've officially been home from college for over a week now, and I think it's time to start pulling myself out of this post-graduate borderline-depression funk. This is a really a positive for you, considering that while many of my collegiate counterparts have started their newly accquired full-time positions (So happy for you guys. Really.), and, well, have not. And will not. Indefinitely. Sigh...

Anyway, to kick off summer my family went into the city this weekend (NYC that is - for future reference, "the city"= NYC always on this blog, or, perhaps if I feel like mocking Whitney Port one day, "The City". Just kidding. Love you, Whitney). We saw 9 to 5 The Musical, which - in all it's Dolly Parton glory - was really great. Perfect for fun, just-need-to-laugh and scratch-that-feminist-itch kind of night.

Also, like a tourist, I took some pictures in Times Square, but don't balk - they're not holding-up peace-signs-in-front-of-the-Virgin-facade touristy.

Recently, they made Times Square a pedestrian mall so now near the tkts kiosk, you can walk where cabs would normally almost run you over. At first, I wrote this idea off. Psh, that'll never work. You can't do somehting radical and change-y as that, Bloomberg! This is crowdeds-sidewalks, no-hugs NYC midtown!

Actually, I loved it. It reminded me of the piazzas in Italy - particuarly the Campo in Siena - where everyone just comes to sit out an enjoy the city. Of course, the Campo doesn't have bustling tourists or old-lady porch chairs (classy, New York, really), so perhaps some improvement is still left to be made.

Wedding photos on that big staircase in the middle of Times Square - kind of poetic really. A brigh spot of pure love in the midst of angst-ridden, sweaty tourists. I'd love to see how the photos actually came out.A trip to the M&M store was imminent, of course. How are great are these "champagne" bottles of M&Ms? And why didn't you buy me one for graduation?