This past weekend my best friend, and arguable other half, came to visit me from Texas. She always swore she never would, she adamantly opposed New York City and all its gritty, grimy glamour, and she told me if I ever wanted to see her after I moved, I would probably have to come to Texas. She would probably tell you she never said that last part… But, in my head that’s how it went.
The weekend was full of firsts, lasts and everything in between. There was a lot of laughing, a few tears and way too much alcohol… Seriously, I will be detoxing my liver for the next month (maybe a slight exaggeration, I give it a week).
In all the chaos, the weekend flew by wayyy too fast. I also realized there were certain things that you ONLY do when a friend comes to visit that you would probably never do when you’re by yourself in the city. They are either only meant to be done with your closest friends or you would never DREAM of shelling out that much cash unless there was a good reason for it (i.e. No. 1).
Nevertheless, it was probably my favorite weekend in the city, by far. And to give you the merest glimpse of everything we were able to cram into the shortest 72 hours of my life, here are the Top 10 Things That Only Happen When Your Best Friend Comes to Visit New York.
- Pay $25 for a lunch salad but don’t mind because your friend will probably never visit you again.
– To be fair, it was an amazing salad. It was also the only salad on the menu, and SHE paid $16 for a grilled cheese… Believe me, it was worth it.
- Eat pizza more than once in a weekend, because they don’t have pizza like this in Texas.
– Let’s see, we bought pizza on Thursday and Friday and then she had leftover pizza for breakfast on Saturday, while I had leftover pizza at 2 a.m. on Sunday… I don’t need pizza for a while.
- Actually go to a Broadway play, and other tourist attractions, because you finally have an excuse to.
– We went and saw Kinky Boots, which if you come to the city you should DEFINITELY see it. She will try to tell you I fell asleep, but really I was just resting my eyes…. To be fair, I had seen it before, but it was equally as good, if not better the second time around!
- Pay $8 for grapes (not an exaggeration), because going to the grocery store a block away is a lot easier than dragging her to Trader Joe’s where she would most likely die once she saw the hour-long line.
– I have no good story for this… It just happened.
– Between the waiting, the crowds and the confusion, she was fed up by the last day. I mean, I can’t blame her. Not everyone enjoys the mystery smells, the “we are delayed due to train traffic ahead of us” announcements or the lack of personal space. I like it, but then again I use it as an excuse to read copious amounts of books, so what ISN’T to love??
- Get lucky in absolutely everything. From grabbing the last table more than once, to getting free beer and pizza on two separate occasions.
– This isn’t an exaggeration. On Friday night, there was an hour and a half wiat at the restaurant we wanted to eat at, but just as we were about to leave, four seats opened up at the bar. THEN, the bartender “accidentally” poured an extra beer and gave it to us for free. To top it off, we got an extra, free pizza! I am not quite sure how this last one happened, but I wasn’t about to argue. On Saturday night, we wanted to get to the bar early so we could order food before power hour (an hour from 8 p.m. – 9 p.m. where you get $1 domestic drafts). At first, all the tables were taken, but after about five minutes we saw these two guys paying their tab, so my friend asked if they were leaving, they said yes, and we snagged their table. Then, to make the night even better, someone gave us a pitcher of free beer. I’m not sure how this one happened either, but who would ever turn down free beer? Answer: NO ONE. And if you would, we can never be friends. On Sunday, we wanted to go to brunch and there was only one four-person table outside. Every other table was for only two people, because apparently no one in New York City has friends. Anyway, as soon as we put our name down, the occupants of the only four person table stood up to leave and we got to basically cut all of those sorry two-people brunchers, because HAHA four is better than two.
- Buy colossal nachos at a bar because you never really have an excuse to do this, nor do you have enough people to help you eat it all.
– This happened on Saturday night. We had been wanting to get these for a while, but you need an army of people to even make a dent in the amount of nachos. So, with five girls present, we decided to challenge our stomachs. I don’t know if the looks we got were of awe or disgust… Either way, they were probably just jealous.
- Buy 47 beers during power hour…
– I don’t think I need to say anything else for this one.
- Accept and eat a cupcake given to you by a stranger in the girls restroom at power hour.
– Again, I don’t really know how or why I thought this was a good idea, but it was probably the best cupcake I’ve ever had.
- Have someone to talk to 24 hours of the day (who you actually know) because your best friend FINALLY came to visit you.
Seriously, if you couldn’t tell we had a great weekend, and I didn’t even include all the shopping we did, the bagels we ate, our insanely expensive, but totally worth it, farewell dinner and the 9/11 Memorial Museum we went to. I am so, so, SO sad to see her go, but I am more thankful that I had the opportunity to show her the good, the bad, and the unexplainable about New York City.
On that note, this is an open invitation to ANYONE who wants to come visit me. I could really use an excuse to do more ridiculous and unexplainable things.