Not quite a New Yorker

This weekend my first visitor came, and it was my obligation to show him around and make the 4+ hour bus ride worth while (I won't mention here the run-around I was given by the hotel and EHS after they lost the paperwork I filled out for my guest to stay here).  I've only been here about three weeks, and although I did live here last year, the friends I made then aren't people I see very often, and I wasn't 21 last year, so I don't exactly know the hot spots that New York has to offer.  And herein lies my dilemma, I'm not quite a real New Yorker, but I'm definitely not a tourist.  So I had to get a little creative. On Friday night we went to the Mets game against the Braves.  I got us great seats the morning of the game and was really proud of myself that I thought of such a cool, "New York" thing to do on such short notice.  But then the skies opened up and it poured for hours on end.  We went to the game anyway, and luckily enough, our seats were not out in the open so we managed to stay dry, but after sitting there for 2 hours, the game was cancelled.  It takes about an hour each way on the 7 train...so Friday night ended up being what I like to call "a tour of the 7 line through Queens and back again."    


Saturday morning we ventured over to Chinatown because if there's one thing I do know, people come to New York to SHOP!  So we walked all the way up on one side of the street and then back down on the other.  On our way, my out of towner visitor stopped at a line of about 6 men with large suitcases each stuffed to the brim with Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Gucci, and Coach bags, wallets, and purses.  While inspecting a wallet, there was a small mumble at one end of the line and the word went down through the line like The Wave at a football game and every single man closed up shop, zippered their suitcase and began talking as if they had been standing there all day, maybe waiting for a bus.  It turned out to only be a drill, and the man proceeded in trying to sell my friend the wallet.  We got out of Chinatown surprisingly with some money left to spare and had dinner over on the Upper East side, maybe even like real New Yorkers.  That night I fell asleep to the lull of "Chanel, Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Coach you like?" after hours spent in Chinatown.

And today we wandered aimlessly around Manhattan, stopping here or there at whatever store piqued our interest.  And I wondered, how long is it before you are no longer a tourist, or an extended stay visitor like myself, but a REAL New Yorker?

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