I’m coming back home tomorrow, to 14th Street: where I won’t hurry, and where I’ll learn how to save, not just borrow

I know, I made you all wait seventeen billion years for a Susie and Amy take on New York City recap. In my defense, I wrote many posts in advance this week because I knew I’d be getting in really late Tuesday, work would be insane Wednesday, and Thursday night I’d have rehearsal. (I’m stage managing our annual Director’s Showcase that opens in two weeks – Thursday we’re setting all the light and sound levels, so it’s a big rehearsal that I need to pay attention to and be mentally present for, i.e. “Amy can’t be checking her phone every five seconds to see what’s funny on Twitter.”) 

But here we are. New York CITY! A city of MAGIC and WONDER! 

You know I’m going to give you the play-by-play on the entire day whether you want it or not, right? Sure you do. You know me well enough by now. 

But first, listen, I know I was going to take ALL THE PHOTOS? I took none. We were talking and talking and walking and I just wasn’t in a photography mood. I was in a hanging-out mood. And a soaking-up-my-favorite-city-in-the-world mood. I know. I am the worst bon vivant ever. I really have a new appreciation for how REAL bon vivants, like Ken, can not only bon vivant, but share the entire experience with the interwebs at the same time. Nice job, Ken. Way to go with the multitasking. I obviously am not up for the job of bon vivantery, and perhaps need to take a remedial course. 

OK. SO! On Monday night, I was very excited and could not sit still. I have an issue with being excited about things, in that they make me not able to sleep, and also jittery like a speed freak. SPEEEDD FREEEAK! So when I finally realized, huh, I should try to get some sleep, considering I have to get up super-early, it was already too late to get any sort of respectable night’s sleep. I did my best, but it was still only about 5 hours sleep. That’s not a lot. I had heavy eyelids the next morning. 

Did you know the sun is up at 5am? I mean, barely, but it totally is. It was as much of a surprise to me as it is to you, I assure you. 

I got all ready and took off for the first step of my journey: the drive to Poughkeepsie. 

Poughkeepsie has this totally death-defying bridge in it. You have to drive over it TWO TIMES. Eep!

See, your options for going to New York City from where I live are multitudinous. You can: 

Drive (but then where would you park your car? No one drives.)

Take the Megabus, which I have not yet attempted

Take the Amtrak, which is pricey but FANCYPANTS

Drive to Poughkeepsie and take the MetroNorth train that the commuters take, which is surprisingly inexpensive and quite nice 

(I suppose you could also fly but what kind of rich weirdos would do that? Or take a jet ski or something, whatever. Or a hot air balloon. Or ride a horse. But we’re talking about NORMAL ways to get there.) 

So I decided on the Poughkeepsie/MetroNorth route, which I’ve done before and like very well. It’s easy, your train brings you right into Grand Central, very few weirdos ride that train, and all is well, sugarplums. 

Here’s my fancy train!

The drive to Poughkeepsie was easy enough. I was sleepy but also excited, so it went quickly. (It’s about an hour and forty-five minutes.) There were a lot more commuters than I thought there would be. Apparently, people start their day that early on a regular BASIS. Huh. I’m so sorry, people of the world, that you have to get up so early. No one should have to do that. Also, SO MANY ANNOYINGLY SLOW 18-WHEELERS ZOMG. 

I got to the train station, I parked in the parking garage because I was confused about what might or might not be free parking outside of the garage and didn’t want to get home at 10pm and find I’d been towed, because I don’t know where the garage is and also who has money to spring their car from car-jail? Certainly not me. It was only $3.50 anyway. Then I bought my train ticket (round-trip, in case I spent all my money in the city and had to sell my hair or something more lecherous to get home) and sat and happily waited for my train, until a nice lady said, “you are aware the train’s coming on that track over THERE, right?” and it was a track with a billion people waiting on it, and I had WONDERED why so many people were over there but thought they were going somewhere else. Because I can’t read track signs, apparently. No, that’s not even it. I didn’t even KNOW to read track signs. The train that left right before mine had left from the track I was sitting at, so I thought ALL New York City trains would be leaving from that track. Because I am a country mouse. 

So! On to the correct track, train arrives, onto the train, easy as pie. Hour and forty-five minute ride into the city. Which I slept through most of with my music playing in my earholes because I was one sleepy kitten. Also, if you’re sleeping, no one sits with you, I found out. Huh. That’s nice. I’ll have to use that in the future. 

We pulled into Grand Central and I was WIDE AWAKE and a little nervous I would get turned around walking to Susie’s hotel, but when I walked out of the station, the street I needed was right there! And her hotel was just a few blocks away! And then I was NERVOUS NERVOUS NERVOUS. 

Aw, Mitch. I miss you.

Listen, I’m totally socially awkward penguin. What if I did something ridiculous? What if I was embarrassing? What if we hated each other or had nothing to say or I said something offensive and then all day I was THAT GIRL and it would be the worst, most longest day of poor Susie and Susie’s husband’s life? I kept giving myself the, “YOU ARE BEING RIDICULOUS CALM DOWN GOOBER” pep talk as I walked all fast like a native New Yorker. I like to blend in when I’m in the City, only because if you don’t people are all, “PSHAW TOURISTS!” and then give you the stink-eye. This seems to work well, because people tend to ask me for directions. Then I am immediately outed as someone who does NOT live there, because I’m all, “Adoyyy, I don’t know where that is” even if it’s right in front of me. IN MY DEFENSE, I can’t even give directions to my own house. Or office. Or my theater. In the place where I have lived for almost a decade. I am directionally handicapped. What? It’s a thing. IT’S TOTALLY A THING. 

So I arrived at Susie’s fancy hotel (it was VERY SWANKY, that’s what you get when you are a big prize winner – there was a DOORMAN. I felt like ELOISE) and was whisked up to her floor by the fastest and quietest elevator known to man and then I was in front of her door and time to ring the doorbell and SOCIALLY AWKWARD PENGUIN and eeep! 

(BTW, I don’t even know that Susie knew I was nervous until now. I didn’t tell her I was. Unless she could tell because I was a dork, I don’t know.) 

I rang the bell! There was a flurry of activity from behind the door! WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN!?!??!? 

What happened was, it wasn’t awkward. At all. (Well, listen. Not for ME. Maybe it was awkward for Susie. She will have to tell you if it was awkward for her. She also has more experience meeting “the internet people” than I do, so maybe this wasn’t even a big deal for her, I don’t know. Also, bee tee dubs, Dad was so pleased I wasn’t murdered, either by my internet people or by any of the ne’er-do-wells in the big city.) 

We hugged and talked and talked and talked and I met her husband who is just adorable and then we talked and talked and talked some more and I squeed over her free book loot from the conference, and she totally gave me some freebies (YAY! Reviews forthcoming!) and then we had to get going, because, BIG DAY AHEAD! 

(Oh, you want to know about Susie, right? This is going to be one honking long post. OK. She is awesome. She is intelligent and fun and witty and tough as nails and wacky and I can’t say enough good things. We laughed and laughed. Listen, I love to laugh. So much. It’s nice to laugh over a text or a tweet, but you can’t even compare it with laughing with someone in person. She was the person I had in my head when we were talking all that time online, plus also better. It was really wonderful. So stop, I’ll get all teary-eyed and have to explain to my coworkers what’s going on and no one wants that.) 

First stop: The Strand. 

The Strand is an amazing bookstore with 18 miles of books in it. Soak that in for a minute. 18 MILES OF BOOKY GOODNESS. There are 4 floors and all of them have books. There are corners where you can get lost and there are books upon books and it’s one of my favorite places, especially because I live in an area where bookstores are not all that prevalent. 

So we totally took the subway to get to The Strand. I researched it before we got there so I was all BOOM BOOM BOOM here and here and pop on HERE and get off HERE and TAH DAHHHH! However! Susie’s husband is MADE OF MAGIC. Let me tell you why. 

He’s been to the City once before. However, he kind of just, I don’t know, sniffed the air or something and knew where we needed to be, and made it so. I think he might have a map in his head. In contrast, I’ve been, oh, I don’t know, ten times? Maybe? And I’m lucky if I can backtrack a block to see a street sign to figure out where I am so I can call for help. I TOLD YOU DIRECTIONAL HANDICAPPISM WAS A THING. 

There are other reasons B. is made of magic and also WIN: 

He apparently used to work for the people who made avocadoes and has a magic avocado hat. I love avocadoes. How can you not love someone who has a hat that says “avocadoes” on it? 

He totally didn’t seem to be annoyed by me at all. And listen, sure, I’m adorable in small doses, but he had to put up with me for a whole DAY. And if he was annoyed, he didn’t act like it at ALL. 

He cuts his OWN HAIR. When I expressed surprise at this (because it looks like normal hair, not mental-patient-hair), he very coolly said, “I watched what they were doing, then I went home and did it myself.” 

Piggybacking on that last one – he’s one cool dude, yo. Cool like Frosty. I mean, sure, maybe he’s not always like that. Susie can attest to the veracity or non-veracity of that statement better than I can. But he was so laid-back I was just in awe. No, not like a cool holier-than-thou douchebag. Totally personable and funny. But just, shit, I don’t know, cool. Mostly this always amazes me because I’m like whatever the opposite of that is. Spastic? You say the opposite of that is spastic? Yeah, fine, whatever, I’m Queen of the Spasmoids. 

Anyway, on our way to The Strand, we realized we were full of ravenous starvation, so we looked around for a place to eat and found a Thai restaurant called Spice. I like things that are spicy. And also Thai food. It was entertaining inside because there was that UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ music like it was a dance club, and also flashing lights, so that was a little disconcerting, but the food was delicious and not overpriced and the chairs were slidy molded plastic and your ass felt like it was in a spaceship. 

THEN THE STRAND. Fortified with delicious spiciness, we forged onward. 

I didn’t have a million dollars to buy all the books like I wanted, so I could only buy a few little things. Susie bought me a PRESENT, which was very exciting. It is a book I want to read (and she wants me to read, so total win-win) and we’re going to make it a whole blog-thing which I won’t go into yet. I got some anniversary prize goodies there. Just a couple, because I’m poor. But some. SOME PRIZE GOODIES! From New York City! For my winner! 

Then, after a brief stop for coffee which disappointed Ken because it wasn’t tea (sorry, Ken, it was one of those chain sort of shops – The Bean?

I don’t think you’d have approved of the tea, had we gotten it) we walked for seventeen years because the next place we wanted to go was kind of between subway stops and it SEEMED like a good idea but it really was a lot farther than we planned. But even though it was a seventeen year walk, it wasn’t that bad, because it was all in the East Village so there was a lot to see, and we talked and talked and gawked at pretty architecture and wacky things we saw along the way that I totally should have taken photos of but like an asshole I didn’t. LIKE: 

A man wearing his cat as a hat (no, seriously, a live cat – Susie took a photo of this, so maybe she’ll post it) 

The weirdest Halloween store display window (in June? yes, in June, I don’t get it, either) you’ve ever seen, with every superhero, but wearing oddly-fitting costumes, and also a werewolf and the clown from It and, for some reason, two Iron Men, one of which was a skeleton, so it was like Iron Man was being stalked by his own death (again, Susie took a photo of this, so you might get to see it after all – she was better about such things than I was)

A beautiful church kind of smooshed in-between office buildings 

All the most adorable brownstones, all of which I wanted to immediately move into 

Then we went to two ice cream shops that Susie and B. wanted to try: Big Gay Ice Cream (there are totally all the unicorns on the walls)

and Lula’s Sweet Apothecary. Between visiting the two, we sat in a park where we saw: 

A woman screaming that no one would give her chocolate ice cream 

A squirrel who was carrying a Styrofoam cup around in his mouth and sometimes it would flip up like a hat and it was AWESOME but there was no time to take a photo because he dropped it 

This is someone else’s photo of a similar situation. So you can at least imagine it. Sorry. I’m made of fail.

A man who was screaming “nemesis!” into the air, perhaps at the chocolate ice cream lady, as she was totally nemesis-worthy 

A man wearing cargo shorts and doing what seemed to be insanity-driven tai chi in the street while picking up trash 

A man who said, “Don’t scare my pigeon friends!” as we walked past him so we had to walk past with silent feet so as to not scare the winged rats (I totally hate pigeons so much) 

Then Susie’s friend was getting out of work, so we found a little bar/restaurant nearby (because listen, WE WERE TIRED OF WALKING) and sat and drank pretty pink margaritas and chatted and then the friend came and she was beautiful and vivacious and had the best tattoos and there was MORE chatting and laughing and chatting and laughing more and it was just a lovely, lovely time. 

Oh, and that’s where I got my ONE photo in New York, which a lot of you have already seen, but: ME AND SUSIE IN NEW YORK CITY!

Then it was time for me to head back, because bon vivants need to work the next day and have a long trip home. So we headed back to the hotel, where I picked up all my things, and after many hugs and much sadness, we said our goodbyes and I headed off for Grand Central, still the prettiest train station in all the land. Oh, and on the way back to the hotel, in the subway station, there was a band? WEARING TERRIFYING MASKS. That was worrisome. 

And I told B. that even though I hate everyone on principle, I quite liked him, and when he asked why I hated people, I told him they always let me down spectacularly. So he very solemnly said, “Oh, I’m sure to do that. You just have to give me TIME.” 

I very much enjoyed B. Of course, I love Susie more than pudding, and meeting her in person and having her be JUST AS AWESOME AS IMAGINED was probably the highlight of my year, but B. was totally an added bonus. I like added bonuses, they remind me of the surprise in the bottom of sugary cereal boxes. Like decoder rings or those wacky wall walking octopuses. Octopi? Octopodes? Whatever, leggedy squishy dudes. 

The ride back to Poughkeepsie was pretty uneventful, as I spent the entire time on my phone. Except, listen up, people on the train, it is OBNOXIOUS to buy a large serving of something disgustingly fragrant and then sit right in front of me. If I wanted to smell – I don’t know, vinegary garlic? – all the way home, I’d have bought a Styrofoam container of that for myself. And, as you can see, I did not do that. So you shouldn’t, either. 

Then, the drive home, in which I yawned an average of once every 14 seconds, which was nice, and also some guy decided it would be fun to play late-night highway chicken with my car. No, I don’t think I’ll do that. Because it leads to late-night-someone-will-be-scraping-one-of-us-off-the-road, bub. And I’d like to get home, Dumbcat’s going to be nervous I’ve been gone so long. 

Then home and bed and very little sleep and today I was SWAMPED WITH WORK but I still wrote you a post, because I love you. Aw, aren’t you the cutest things with your faces and such? 

So, there’s NYC in a…well, not a nutshell. In a longboat or something. I had a great time, meeting internet people will NOT always kill you (and sometimes it actually is AMAZING) and I still am madly passionately completely in love with New York and want to live there for the rest of my life the end. Susie (and B., who doesn’t care about the internet), thank you for such a wonderful day. I had the best time.   Someday we will do it again when we are rich and famous bloggers who can afford to do all the bon vivantery ALL THE DAMN TIME.

You have until MIDNIGHT TONIGHT to comment on this past Sunday’s post (I even put it in for you, so helpful, am I) to be entered into the drawing. Most of my usual suspects have, but some of you have not! I will not call you out or anything, but there are a few of you who should TOTALLY comment so you can have a shot at winning. Also, people I don’t (yet) know well – comment! Maybe you will win! The two or three things I know are going in there are awesome and fun! 

Now, for your SECOND most popular post of the year – which remains popular, proving creepy puppets and whiny dentists know no seasonal boundaries… 

“Why am I such a misfit? I am not just a nitwit.” Yes you ARE, Hermie. SHUT UP.

What have we learned from your love of this post? Pretty much that you’re all awesome, that’s all I have to say about that. I love this post. It still makes me laugh. Also, Bumble! Aw, Bumble, you’re my fave. 

BEST. LOVE.

Until tomorrow, chipmunks! Enjoy your Fridays!

(Oh, title’s from one of my favorite Rufus Wainwright songs, “14th Street.” I think you’ll all like this video. Well, it’s not a video, it’s one of those silly fan video things. But, all the NYC photos! Certainly more than I took on Tuesday. Sheesh.)

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64 responses to “I’m coming back home tomorrow, to 14th Street: where I won’t hurry, and where I’ll learn how to save, not just borrow

  • sj

    I’m going to finish reading, but first I have to post this while I’m thinking of it:

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    • sj

      Okay, I’m replying to myself now, so you can giggle about that on the backend, and then we can both giggle because I said backend.

      Dude, I got a little teary reading this. Mostly because I’m so happy that you guys had such an awesome time. I am totally jealous of your amazing day in New York with the lovely Susie.

      The one picture you did take makes me smile like a lunatic. You guys are the best. THE BEST.

      [hug]

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      • lucysfootball

        BACKEND! Where is Ken. Ken loves things like “backend.”

        Someday, sj, there’s going to be a post called “sj and Amy do…” something. I don’t know where yet. But it’ll happen. I guaran-damn-tee it.

        And I’ll remember to take photos this time. :)

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    • lucysfootball

      I hate that show, but that totally made me laugh. I was really quite surprised about it myself. FIVE AM! It’s not a fun hour. At all.

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  • Emily M.

    I love your posts, I always feel like I was right there with you when you’re describing something. I am also directionally handicapped…..it’s TOTALLY a thing :)

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  • greengeekgirl

    Aww! I LOVE YOU! I did not even know you were nervous or anything. I was also nervous so I was probably more worried about not being nervous? But I wasn’t as nervous as I could have been, because a lot of my nervous energy had been sucked up by other things that were way scarier than meeting someone COMPLETELY AWESOME.

    Hubs is basically always like that. His coolness is a good counterpoint to my wackiness. I think he also gets misunderstood at times because his humor is SO FREAKING DEADPAN that a lot of people don’t know when he’s kidding when they first meet him. (A lot of people = my friends, mostly, because he’s also kind of a socially awkward penguin and he doesn’t spend a lot of time going out with me when I go out with my friends, so they don’t get to know that he’s kidding.) I probably go overboard sometimes explaining him. “NO, NO, he’s TOTALLY KIDDING you guys, he’s being SO FUNNY, ha, ha-ha, ha.” I get nervous FOR HIM.

    Also, he has a single brother. LADIES. (I think he’s single, anyway. He’s UNMARRIED at any rate.)

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    • ProfMomEsq

      If I didn’t know better, Susie, I would think you married MY husband. (*Double-checking Hubs’s birth certificate. Yep. First initial still T.*)

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    • lucysfootball

      I love you, too! You did not come across as nervous at ALL. Which was good, because I was like, “if she’s not nervous, well, I’m not allowed to be.” So it put me at ease!

      B. has a very good sense of humor! He cracked me up. Oh, I’m supposed to tell you all that SUSIE’S HUSBAND IS VERY HANDSOME. (Because he’s reading this right now. HI, B.!)

      You send Single Brother my info. I’ll totally flirt with Single Brother. I happen to be Single Amy, in a total stroke of luck.

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  • rachael

    Great post – i’m thinking i have to check out that bookstore heaven sometime!!

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  • blogginglily

    awww, it sounds like an awesome trip!

    The rudolph posts is one of the first I remember reading, but I’m not going back to see if there are others before it that I commented on. . .

    I love riding the train!

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    • lucysfootball

      I don’t know if I’m remembering correctly, but the first post I REMEMBER you commenting on was the WordPress one, because you mentioned you had a Blogger blog and I was trying to convince you to switch, and I remember thinking, “This is a brand-new commenter, Amy, you’re being obnoxious and he’s never going to come back here.” So you might have commented before that, but that’s the one I remember you from. After that, I clicked your link and loved your blog so much I followed both you and your blog, I think. If I’m remembering correctly.

      (I’m so glad you came back, Jim.)

      We had a great trip. And I love riding the train, too! I always feel fancy. When I was a kid, I always thought only really, really fancy people got to ride trains. Now that I’m an adult and get to, that feeling has never left me. I always feel like, “Look at ME! I’m one of the FANCY people!”

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  • Kris Rudin (@krisrudin)

    Thanks for the virtual trip to NYNY, even if it lacked much photo evidence. However, the narrative more than made up for any lack of visualness (I just made up that word!), so it’s all good!

    Some day I hope to go to the Big Apple and see the Met Opera live. (I’ve been watching their ‘Live in HD’ broadcasts at the cinema, and am hooked!!) Now, I’ll have to add the Strand bookstore to my itinerary!! (Oh, and of course I’m going to the library – the one with the big lions out front!!!)

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    • lucysfootball

      Thank you! I actually have only walked by the library – never went in. Someday! There are still a million places I want to visit there. That always gives me a reason to go back, I guess!

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  • Heather

    Three cheers for an awesome time in NYC! Hip hip hooray! I’m so glad you guys had a nice time, and I love the photo. With all the times I’ve been to NYC, I’ve never been to the Strand–can you believe that? I HAVE, however, scoped out the corner/area where much of the Dark Tower series takes places. I’m such a NERD. Hahaha! I’m heading to the Strand the next time.

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    • greengeekgirl

      We TALKED about going there! Because we passed a lot that looked just like the lot where the rose grows. But, you know, walking.

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      • lucysfootball

        Hee! I was just coming over here to say the same thing! We totally passed a lot and I was like, “THAT IS THE LOT WHERE THE DARK TOWER ROSE LIVES” and we thought, we could look up where that lot actually is, but then it would probably be a Starbucks or something, and how sad would that be? Heh.

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    • lucysfootball

      I replied some under Susie’s reply, but yes, you definitely should go to The Strand! This was my second trip. The first time, I had some time to kill before I had to meet a friend, and I was totally late meeting that friend because I got distracted by ALL THOSE BOOKS. Whoo! :)

      I should look up the Dark Tower landmarks in the City and hit them all someday when I visit. That’d be a fun tour to blog.

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  • becomingcliche

    I love the way you look at the world.

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  • jbrown3079

    I am glad you didn’t turn the trip into an all day Twitter fest. But I am not surprised because you seem to soak up the entire experience when you to somewhere.

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    • lucysfootball

      I try to – I don’t go anywhere much, so I like to experience what I can! Also, I know some people can Tweet and talk and walk and do ALL THE THINGS and I love it, because as a person who’s sitting at home, I can experience that…but I’m not coordinated enough. I’d fall. Also, I get distracted easily. I feel like I’m being rude to the person I’m with. My dad STILL complains about the tweets I sent out when we were in Florida. “You were ALWAYS ON THAT PHONE!” I tweeted when I was with him about 10 times. Sheesh, Dad.

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  • ProfMomEsq

    There is no way to read this post and not have a huge smile on your face. And I LOVE the picture of you and Susie. There’s something about seeing your faces and then reading this post again that adds a whole new dimension of fun/heart/excitement to it. I’m so glad you too had a marvelous time together and that you shared it. I loved every vicariously lived minute.

    Also, Mitch Hedberg. Of all the people I could bring back to Earth, he would make that list EVERY TIME.

    “I was gonna get a candy bar; the button I was supposed to push was “HH”, so I went to the side, I found the “H” button, I pushed it twice. Fuckin’…potato chips came out, man, because they had an “HH” button for Christ’s sake! You need to let me know. I’m not familiar with the concept of “HH”. I did not learn my AA-BB-CC’s. God god, dammit dammit.”

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    • lucysfootball

      Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it! We had a great time!

      I saw Mitch in concert not long after I moved here, so probably 2003, 2004-ish? I didn’t know who he was, and I laughed so hard I almost ruptured something. I went out and immediately bought all of his CDs. When I found out he’d died, I went outside my office to get some air and the biggest, toughest guy I worked with was outside in tears. I asked him if he was ok, and he said “Someone I really loved died today.” He was crying in the parking lot over Mitch. I loved that guy after that. I’d never seen him show emotions, and don’t know that I ever did again, but that was so touching.

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      • ProfMomEsq

        Aw, I love unexpected moments like that. They’re so genuine.

        My husband introduced me to Mitch Hedberg (not in person, ’cause then I would’ve put out on the first date). It wasn’t until AFTER we watched the show that the Hubs told me Mitch was dead. I was SOOOOO pissed. I mean, why don’t you just make my favorite dinner in the whole world, put it down in front of me, and then tell me I can’t eat it.

        Oh, and Happy Blogiversary, Day 5.

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  • Insatiable Booksluts NYC Adventures: Sunday and Monday | Insatiable Booksluts

    […] in the next installment! If you want a sneak peak at what happened on Tuesday, head on over to Amy’s blog post about our adventures. Like this post, it’s wicked long, because we did lots of […]

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  • Cara V. (@fictionalchick)

    You guys are super cute! And I’m pretty sure I have that shirt, Amy lol :)

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  • Samantha

    Ahhh the Strand sounds fantastic and terribly for my book habit. I already bought ten books from the thrift store and am probably going to a library book sale tomorrow afternoon for more, and i’m in the middle of moving. Bad time! :D but it sounds fantastic.

    I’m so glad you and Susie had fun. I totally understand all the nerves etc but I was pretty sure that even though you said “socially awkward penguin” it’d still be all right. :D

    and, um…happy bloggiversary again :D

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    • lucysfootball

      It really is a great bookstore. We don’t have many here – a Barnes & Noble and a couple of small used bookstores and one really great indie bookstore, and one not-so-great indie bookstore, which is perplexing since we’re the damn state capital, you know? – so when I get to go to a real bookstore I just swoon.

      I’m always nervous about meeting new people, no matter the situation. I’ve made some pretty catastrophic meeting-new-people blunders over the years. If you only get one chance to make a first impression, I’ve blown my one chance more times than I can count.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    People make avocadoes? Like: manufacturing them? I thought they grew like fruit* on trees.

    * Technically, it’s a berry I think.

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    • lucysfootball

      No, I was just kidding. I think he worked for the avocado commission or something similar.

      They’re a berry? I’m not going to think too hard about that, because I love them, but I hate most berries. Except strawberries.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    Actually, both ‘octopuses’ and ‘octopodes’ are correct, although I prefer octopuses personally. ‘Octopi’ is hypercorrect, however.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    “B., who doesn’t care about the internet”. Doesn’t care about the internet?! DOESN’T CARE. ABOUT. THE INTERNET?!!!!1!! And I was really starting to like him as well. What a pity..

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    New York is one of the places I’ve always wanted to go, and you’ve made it sound even better. Hopefully there will be an web developers exhibition or a design course or something there soon, so I could go there ‘for work’.

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    • lucysfootball

      Make that happen. Since apparently my rich people are NEVER going to fly me to Finland and Germany, you all have to come to me. I’d love to show you around New York City. Well, in-between “work,” of course.

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      • Andreas Heinakroon

        It’s not actually completely unlikely. My company just sent a couple of my colleagues to San Francisco for a few days, Surely New York can’t be out of the question?

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        • lucysfootball

          Oh, Andreas, I would be SO EXCITED. Tell your office you HAVE to come to NYC. Just HAVE to. Important internet things are happening here! Also, someone you know is a little over 3 hours away and would IMMEDIATELY get down there to see you!!!

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  • Jericha Senyak (@JerichaSenyak)

    1) That post was very oddly EXACTLY what walking around New York feels like to me. The lack of pictures actually helped – I know what it LOOKS like from the movies, but that’s not what it FEELS like. It was like reading my brain remembering it. Awesome? yes.

    2) I completely forgot that those octopus wall walkers existed and I am SO HAPPY I remember them now. Totally buying some now that I am a grownup and have my own walls. The I will sit around and WATCH THEM WALK DOWN MY WALL.

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    • lucysfootball

      Aw, I’m so glad you liked it!

      Those octopuses were the best. I loved them. They always lost their sticky, though. That was the saddest. They were only good for the first four or five times, then they would get un-sticky and then the joy was gone. Sigh.

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  • Jericha Senyak (@JerichaSenyak)

    …oh, also, that photo of you & Susie made me squee!

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  • Tara Lindsey

    Jennifer said that you said it would be alright if I commented here, so here I am, commenting!

    Anyway, for the record, that Poughkeepise bridge is the WALKING bridge. (The driving bridge is just a bit South.) A bit death defying, to be sure, but the view is phenomenal! Elizabeth and I drive up there all the time. ‘Tis marvelous!

    Glad you had a nice visit to our mad, wondrous City.
    Be well!

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    • lucysfootball

      Hi! Of COURSE it is alright if you comment, always! I’m so glad you’re here!

      I thought that bridge looked weird and too skinny! That’s a WALKING bridge? YIKES. I would NEVER walk on that bridge! Bridges scare me in cars, but even more so on foot. Eek!

      I edited your comment a little because I haven’t mentioned “that” yet (soon!) but thank you so much! That means the world, sincerely! It’s getting there – more done every day!

      (People who are reading this and are confused – all will be made clear very soon. I promise.)

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  • Insatiable Booksluts NYC Adventures: Tuesday | Insatiable Booksluts

    […] was AMY DAY. That’s right: Amy came to visit me in New York (which you already knew because Amy wrote a post about it). You’ll get to hear more about that—but not yet. Because other things happened before Amy got […]

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  • Kelly Naylor

    Yep, directionally handicapped is totally a THING! The Spousal Unit suffers from it. He’s lived in the Capital District his whole life except for when he was in college and the year or 18 months or something he lived in Canada with his ex… and still gets confused when I take a route he doesn’t recognize to get somewhere. Oh, oh! And if you asked him, for instance, how to get to Proctors from his office, he’d tell you, “Well, just go up State Street until you get there!” I shake my head and sigh and tell him no one wants to drive their car up the steps of the Capitol Building. No one. He gets this adorably confused look on his face, then I have to tell him he’s thinking about Washington Avenue, which veers into Central at Lark and it doesn’t become State Street until you get into Schenectady County. And then he looks at me like *I’M* the crazy one. I’m only trying to help!

    But maybe it’s not his fault. People out here don’t know how to name streets, or number them either; they really don’t. If I’m on a random street (let’s pick Central Avenue because it’s, well, central) at a random address (oh, how about the CVS at 901, eh?) shouldn’t I be able to go to a parallel street and be able to find a similar address in a similar location on Washington Avenue or Western Avenue or any of the little streets or avenues that all go in that same parallel direction? Yes. Yes, where I come from, that would be a logical thing to expect I could do. But nooooo. (sobs) Not out here. No, people who designed these cities didn’t know their numbers. (sobs)

    Sniff. Or naming streets with, you know, directionals; the street I live on, as an example. There’s a North ThisStreet. And there’s a South ThisStreet. North and south are directionals, and I can understand how they can sometimes be confusing to people, especially people who work at the post office or for the police department (that was sarcasm, by the way). But for added fun, Albany decided that ThisStreet also needed a section that was neither North nor South. I wish I knew why. So when I tell people my address and they asked if it’s North ThisStreet or South ThisStreet and I tell them it isn’t either… oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Dead silence. Utter confusion. (And unless Albany has done this ghastly thing to more than one street than just mine, now you can narrow down your stalking area. If you were into that sort of thing, which you totally don’t have time to do, because you are the busiest Amy I’ve ever known. And I’ve known quite a few Amys.)

    You know… I’ve about 80 percent convinced myself that my comments on your blog are so long and rambling I should just be playing blog pong with you, where my blog post is just a response to your blog post. The semi-rational 20 percent of my brain says that’s too weird. Also, probably less fun.

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    • lucysfootball

      It’s not just here. I’m lost everywhere. I even get lost when I visit my parents, and there are about 8 streets in their town. I’m hopeless. (No, autocorrect. I am not HOMELESS. Thanks, though.)

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      • Kelly Naylor

        For the record, autocorrect is the devil in disguise.

        I’m totally the opposite, although the Capital District DOES tend to confuse my sense of direction. I can get places! When I’m in unfamiliar territory (oh, like Troy), and their one-way streets have my head all clouded, yes… I can become, er, cranky. But it’s because people want to tell me what street to take to some other street to that other street, and OMG! All I asked was “Which direction is the Hudson??” I’ll find a street that takes me over there. And I’ll find one of the bridges, too, that will let me get across. Oh, please, person who won’t stop giving directions, just tell me where the big river is. And then stop talking.

        Oh, and bridges? Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Oooh, there’s a whole story about that involving childhood trauma. If I haven’t already written it, that would make a good blog post, yes sirree.

        Zombie ninja cows are not the primary reason I try to stay out of Rensselaer County.

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