Though this New York fare-thee-well is being sent all the way from the Sunshine State, just try to imagine me shouting it amongst a throng of tourists in the very heart of a swarming, pulsing Times Square. Or better yet, picture me on the roof of the Standard, slightly overpriced drink in hand, cheering to a magical summer in the city that never sleeps. That second one is much more up my alley.
But before we bid adieu, here’s my recap of my last few weeks in this fantastic place.
Yes. I know, that is definitely a slice of the most delicious cake ever. If only it was #IRL.
I spent a few hours at the Whitney to take in the much-talked about Jeff Koons exhibit, which featured everything from giant piles of multicolored playdoh-esque clumps to cheerful balloon animal statues and cartoon-shaped mirrors. All necessary ingredients in a recipe for success, if I do say so myself (and I do!).
See my #KoonsSelfie below.
And I had the extremely amazing fortune of catching a free St. Vincent concert in Prospect Park, Brooklyn during my last few days. My sister and I sat with friends and made a picnic of it, and I discovered a new-found love for Saint Andres cheese. If I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again: Picnics are the best. Food + awesome music is always a great idea. Throw cheese into the mix and that’s the stuff dreams are made of!
Plus, I got to debut a new red dress and flannel I found while thrifting at Buffalo Exchange in Carroll Gardens.
And crane your neck for an artfully composed selfie featuring Amy, my spontaneous NYC partner-in-crime. On one of our days off, we ambled through Central Park, where after consuming our weight in ice cream, we took an unintentional nap on one of the giant sun-drenched rocks.
Amy and I also set aside some time to explore MoMA (That’s the Museum of Modern Art for the unfamiliar. Add if that’s you, then you have some serious self-culturing in which to partake!).
Anyway, I found this octagonal piece really spoke to me. Here you can see me, on the right, taking all of this art very seriously. Not really.
But what is very serious is my layering game. I pulled my black and white H&M gingham dress over a heather gray graphic tee because why not? I love comfy tees and sundresses, and when thrown together it’s a pretty dynamic duo. And the wind chill factor in those museums is fierce.
Naturally, this post and my last NYC Summer diary entry wouldn’t be complete without a doughnut cameo. Today’s guest star is Dunkin Donuts! I spent an afternoon indulging in the pink sugary confection while finally finishing The Catcher in the Rye.
And so here’s the final cheers! It’s caffeinated because that’s the real secret to how New Yorkers do it all, I’ve learned.
I sipped on this while watching the rain come down on my final evening in New York. I was the only one in the café, and the entire moment, made up of the misty weather, empty restaurant and really bangin’ playlist of Nirvana’s “Teen Spirit” (I was feeling angsty) seemed quite serendipitous.
It was a bittersweet goodbye to a city that I’ve fallen head over heels for, but thankfully, we’ve got an etched-in-stone reunion scheduled for five months down the road. Here’s to chasing dreams, graduating early and taking an (even bigger!) bite out of the Big Apple come January.