You take a small town girl…
…and you pair her with a city boy (born and raised in Detroit).

And if those shades don’t say fun, then I don’t know what does.
Let’s start with the digs.
I stayed at the Hotel Rivington, which is simply badass. As Ferris would say, it is so choice.

Hello, floor to ceiling windows!
Oh, and remember how I’m on this no-shopping kick? Um, WHAT WAS I THINKING.

I found this amazing western shirt in the boys department of a vintage store for seven. freaking. dollars.
“But, aren’t you, like, on shopping sabbatical?” Bryan asked.
“Well, yeah, but…I mean…I’m in New York,” I whined.
He then asked how much cash I had in my pockets ($4).
“Well, can I borrow four dollars?”
He didn’t have to say any more. I shoved the shirt and the bills in his hand and made him buy the shirt for me right then and there. See, I only loaned him four dollars. And he just happened to use the four dollars to pay for most of the shirt. It was a gift, see? Nothing in the rulebook about refusing gifts!
There was also this box of broken, old stuff that had my favorite word in the world on it: FREE. Well, that’s my second favorite, because my all-time favorite word is “rotgut.”
Anyway, I found something that I have actually been trying to find for ages – a straw fedora!

The only thing better than a straw fedora is a free straw fedora.
I also found a dirty old embroidered handbag with a broken handle, but I’ll have to snap a picture of that later.
Bryan brought his Polaroid camera and since I couldn’t shop, I was our photographer for the trip.

So, yeah. You throw in some eating, some walking, some partying, some more eating, and you have my trip. I’ll leave you with a picture that best expresses how I feel about the city:
It makes us smile so big we need assistance to show it.