This was the weekend that I have been looking forward to since I realized I’d be here in the Fall. To start off it was my roommate’s birthday on Friday. We woke up early and had an amazing meal that our other roommate made. I decorated the kitchen with a purple table cloth, streamers, and black stars hanging from the ceiling. I couldn’t find a party city around me, so the stuff that Michael’s sold was just going to have to do. That night we went to Jamie’s favorite bar called the Rusty Knot. It posed as a dive bar with vintage chairs and a tiki bar decor but had normally priced drinks and was way too clean to really be considered a dive. I looked up at the new world trade center building while waiting for everyone to get there stuff to leave and had one of those moments where I thought “Is this really my life?” On the way home we went to Artichoke Pizza. There are no words…by far the best pizza I’ve had in New York City. We could have ended the night there but decided to hang out with some new friends we had met through a coworker of mine back home. We went to the Lower East Side and listened to music. We stayed up to watch the sunrise from their roof where I could see the East River, the World Trade Center, the Chrysler Building and the Empire State Building.
The next day we had bottomless mimosa brunch at the Crooked Knife. It was the normal day of drunken fun and friendship. I wish I could say the day led to an equally epic night but unfortunately we had day drank too aggressively and Jamie and I ended up falling asleep watching Almost Famous at 6 PM. We woke up around midnight with texts inviting us to a bar, a house party, and a club. We contemplated mustering the energy to make ourselves look presentable, make it down three flights of stairs, board a subway, and then walk to whichever destination we could see most fit…but then decided to watch Netflix and pass out instead.
After a ridiculous weekend I was determined to check something off my NYC list of things to do: see Central Park in the fall. Jamie and I got lunch at a Mexican restaurant on the upper west side called Cafe Frida. We met up with her friend Tamara in the Strawberry Fields area of Central Park where the “Imagine” circle is. I honestly didn’t even know that was in Central Park. My friends had a poster of it above their fire place in Santa Cruz. There was a homeless musician who was playing Beatles songs and after watching a few rounds of people take pictures next to “Imagine” he announced he was going to play his last song and sang the words that the spot was made for.
When people say the colors of fall are beautiful, they do it an injustice. I saw shades of red and orange I didn’t even know existed. Every path we took was an entirely new color palette of warm tones of those hues that I had never seen in my life. I was surrounded by an Autumn wonderland that I could have never imagined. Every time the wind picked up and the leaves rushed past me through the sky I felt the magnitude of the beauty by which I was surrounded. It was impossible to absorb what I was seeing. I snapped dozens of pictures only to be disappointed later by the camera’s inability to capture the essence of the cold wind and the warm tones. We wandered around until we got lost and thought we were west only to find we were east.
Life is so beautiful.