I must tell you abot my adventures in the City. (Manhattan, of course, you know.)
Well. First, in My Abominale Way, I must share the things I bought. A lovely silver heart necklace from Tiffany's that reads 'Please return to Tiffany & Co., N.Y.' on it, a matching silver heart bracelet for my birthday, (because it is my sweet sixteen, obviously, and my father almost fainted as he weakly wheezed that he would be paying by credit card) two pairs of sexy dark jeans in manner of Nicole Kidman and a white fluttering sheer peasant blouse also in manner of Nicole Kidman at Macy's. Also, in my dear passionate love, Times Square, assorted people were selling fake and stolen purses on the street. They had some fabulous Coach, Prada, and Gucci rip-offs, but my eyes fastened upon a lovely little Kate Spade, pink striped with a tiny bow on the strap, that suspiciously reeked of theft. I felt a moment of overwhelming sorror for the Bloomingdale's dealer it must had been snatched from before quickly recovering, shoving the man a twenty and leaving. Quickly.
I was at the NYU campus as my father (who, by the way, will practically kill himself if I am not accepted to NYU) was flitting about the bookstore and commenting on the architecture, when a dazzlingly attractive NYU guy asked me if I knew where the library was. As if I was a student there! It was a beautiful moment.
We gallavanted off to Central park where the leaves were lightly dappled with sunlight and all that, while a strange looking man dressed in a wizard's outfit, complete with staff, was playing a set of bongo-drums. Another, further down the way, was playing a banjo. We frolicked around and my dear sister rode the carousel. We also visited The Met (The Metropolitan Museum of Art) where we stared at the Impressionist paintings, my personal favourite after the Renaissance, while my sister touched a large Egyptian Statue that happened to be the goddess of war, pestilence, and terrible storms. I told her she would be cursed forevermore. She looked mildly upset for a moment before regaining her composure and a steely glare.
Lovely, hmmm?
Well. First, in My Abominale Way, I must share the things I bought. A lovely silver heart necklace from Tiffany's that reads 'Please return to Tiffany & Co., N.Y.' on it, a matching silver heart bracelet for my birthday, (because it is my sweet sixteen, obviously, and my father almost fainted as he weakly wheezed that he would be paying by credit card) two pairs of sexy dark jeans in manner of Nicole Kidman and a white fluttering sheer peasant blouse also in manner of Nicole Kidman at Macy's. Also, in my dear passionate love, Times Square, assorted people were selling fake and stolen purses on the street. They had some fabulous Coach, Prada, and Gucci rip-offs, but my eyes fastened upon a lovely little Kate Spade, pink striped with a tiny bow on the strap, that suspiciously reeked of theft. I felt a moment of overwhelming sorror for the Bloomingdale's dealer it must had been snatched from before quickly recovering, shoving the man a twenty and leaving. Quickly.
I was at the NYU campus as my father (who, by the way, will practically kill himself if I am not accepted to NYU) was flitting about the bookstore and commenting on the architecture, when a dazzlingly attractive NYU guy asked me if I knew where the library was. As if I was a student there! It was a beautiful moment.
We gallavanted off to Central park where the leaves were lightly dappled with sunlight and all that, while a strange looking man dressed in a wizard's outfit, complete with staff, was playing a set of bongo-drums. Another, further down the way, was playing a banjo. We frolicked around and my dear sister rode the carousel. We also visited The Met (The Metropolitan Museum of Art) where we stared at the Impressionist paintings, my personal favourite after the Renaissance, while my sister touched a large Egyptian Statue that happened to be the goddess of war, pestilence, and terrible storms. I told her she would be cursed forevermore. She looked mildly upset for a moment before regaining her composure and a steely glare.
Lovely, hmmm?
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