This post comes from one of my favorite blogs, Cheeky Cheeky. Carmen is hilarious and adorable, which are the two qualities your blog needs to have to make me love it. She moved from New York back to Ohio, much like I will be moving from New York back to Texas in December (whaaat?). Reading her post is like a message from my future. See item #1 on her list of things she misses about New York:
Food At All Times- When you live in New York, you tend to take for granted the fact that you can get thai food delivered to your apartment at 3AM any night of the week. You can also get liquor delivered to your office (I srsly did this ALL the time. Ooops?) Ohio doesn't work like that. We've got delivery pizza... and that's about it. Oh, and they stop delivering at like 10pm. If you've got the munchies late at night, you have to get your ass up and make food in this foreign land called a "kitchen." THAT'S NOT LIVING, MY FRIENDS! Not only that, but all this food that you can get at all times in New York is DELICIOUS. Some of the best food you'll ever eat. UGH- get in my belly!
The Bloggess is, as millions of people (LITERALLY) have attested, is REALLY funny. And guess what? She's from Texas! Her book, which I had the privilege of sneak-peeking at my internship, is as funny as her blog and it includes lots of stories about growing up in West Texas. If you're cheap and don't want to buy her book, at least visit her blog. Here is one of many beautiful nuggets:
It’s 2am and I’m only half awake because of all the sleeping pills but I just had a million dollar idea and if I put it on the internet no one can steal it, plus I’ll remember it in the morning.
That is all.
Ha! See? I wasn't just blowing smoke. I thrive. If the New York Times says it, it is invariably true. This is a nice article, although it is a little bit snooty. It speaks the truth, though. It gives some good links for Texan-approved places in NYC. I'll be the judge of that. I also approve of anything that compares Louboutins with cowboy boots:
He guides me over the wooden floors to the shoe department (“The holiest of holies!”), where he pronounces Christian Louboutin’s red-soled architectural marvels to be the most Texan of footwear. “Animal hides! High heels!” he says. “They’re just like cowboy boots! Texas is the only place in the world where men’s footwear costs as much as women’s.”
That's all for now, little bitties. Coming soon: my trip to Boston!