parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm In A New York State Of Mind At The Perfectly Wrong Time Listening To: Remember To Breath by Dashboard Confessional I just came back from the best time of my life- a weekend in New York City with only my father and I. I can't describe how much fun I had. Today, my father actually let me roam the street of New York City ALONE. He told me to return to this oriental rug store on 281 5th avenue at 2:00 sharp. I left for urban outfitters on 2nd ave. and 10th. I started to walk on fricken Park ave. and 32nd. I had to walk six avenues across and 22 blocks down to get there. I didn't care at all becuase that just meant I had more time to walk around and take awsome pictures. It took me about 20 minutes to get there and I got there at 1:00 exactly. I decided to shop around until 1:40 and then head back. I got two really awsome t-shirts (Lower East Side + "Head Phones" T-shirt) and some gifts for some of my friends. By the time, I am done with shopping and shit, it's 1:42. Two minutes late. So I leave the store, checking where exactly where I need to go to meet up with my father. So once I create a path in my head I started to walk, listening to Junction 18 in my mp3 player. Eventually I cross to 4th avenue and my new favorite song from Dashboard Confessional (which is Remember to Breath) came on. So I am walking toward fith avenue with the sun shining and the urban brick house beside me and all these white things were falling from the trees. I think it was the greatest moment of my life (and fuck you whoever thinks it's cheesy, because you obviosly have never had an experience like that, so you don't know how it feels). I felt so happy those moments. But all of that ubruptly stopped when I became lost In New York City :] I was supposed to stop at 5th avenue, but I kept going, past 5th avenue and down about 4 blocks. All because I felt so happy to be in the place I loved so much. Oh and by the way, the time is now 1:57. I am not even on the same avenue let alone not even being close to the 281st building. I start to panic in my head, franticly looking around, seeing if I notice anything familiar. Nothing. Nothing at all looks familiar to me. I just start backtrakcing, finally ending up on 5th avenue. By then it was 2:10. So I look up to see what number this big old building was on 5th ave. It was 81. NOT 281...81. 200 more buildings up to my final destination, and my destination is a fucking rug store. Like I need to see more rugs. My dad OWNS A RUG STORE FOR CHRIST SAKE! Anyhoo, I am running as fast as I can up the street until I come to an intercetion where Broadway and 5th intertwine into a confusing mish-mosh path in which NO-ONE could understand where the fuck 5th avenue ends up. Obviosly I get lost AGIAN. 2:23! Fun Fun Fun!! Finally I get BACK unto 5th avenue and the buildings reads numbers in the high 100's. I just run as fast as I can up the street, and when I mean run I mean run. I FINALLY reach 281 5th avenue. At that point, my watch read 2:27. I lean on this glass window, gasping for air and I look into the window to see this huge rug, a bijjar to be exact (hey, if you grew up around woven wool tapestries all your life, you would know what the type of a rug by smelling it). I was just staring at this mamoth of a rug and I though to myself: This is the first time in my whole life in which I am actually happy to see a fucking oriental rug.
10:53 p.m. - 04-28-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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