Work hard play hard, as the saying goes. In my opinion I think its more like work hard relax even harder. Last Christmas I gave my girlfriend tickets to fly to New York. We decided to use them the following November. We packed our bags, woke up in the am and caught a ride to LAX. Barely keeping our eyes open from lack of sleep we were told to approach the aircraft, which would take us to our first destination, Atlanta.
Atlanta was a lot of fun, but too short. I was extremely happy to be surrounded by loved ones and everyone was under one roof, it was a great feeling. My girlfriend has never been to this one spot in the “A” called MJQ, the best spot to party years ago, now its just hella packed with GT students. After 3 Jacks, a red bull and a shot of who knows what we called it a night and drove to the lovely waffle house, classic. Miki and I didn’t get back to our room until 4 in the morning, so we just stayed up awaiting for our next departure, New York.
New York was cold but very inspiring. Have never been in New York longer than 3 hours, so this trip was pretty new to me. Everything about that city made me fall in love with it, including the construction workers getting off work and harassing the drivers who’d run red lights. I had this assumption of New Yorkers being very pushy, rude and just straight ass holes but instead I saw, passion, hustle and very kind. Who would have thought a construction worker, during rush hour would make an effort to tell someone bless you or an exhausted employee would give up he’s seat so someone could sit with their partner. It’s the small things that made me realize how amazing this city is. Oh and the pace! Being from Atlanta, then moving to LA I thought I was living in the fast lane. I even had a little pep in my step. When my Boots touched Time Square’s gravel, right then I told myself I’ll never walk in boots again…lol! I might as well trotted to the places we went to. People were moving so fast, but I get it. This is something I definitely have to incorporate in my life. You can feel the energy of the people rushing but with a purpose. There was always something happening. A man grabs my hand ,my girlfriends and joins them together to serenade us, then ask for 2 bucks. A 40 year old designer, looks 23 walks into a boutique and tells the owner they need to have his merchandise in their store. I’d have to say though the coolest thing I’ve ever seen was getting 2 dollars worth of quarters and walking to the corner of Soho to get a street magazine, in one of those old news paper stands, oh and of course having breakfast in Brooklyn and visiting a friend that works in a coffee shop.
So this picture I posted reminds me of everything we did that weekend. The photo was shot in Atlanta at the Hilton. Miki just woke up and she stretched her arms and legs. At that very moment in I knew we were gong to not only have an exhausting weekend but one we’ll always remember.
NOTE: Im a day late…oops!