Kevin and I had a few days to ourselves in the city. We made a trip up to Central Park and I wanted to see the John Lennon Memorial. We walked towards Strawberry Fields and spent over an hour walking in circles and still never found the famous "IMAGINE" mosaic, though I'm sure we passed it seven times. That night we decided to go dancing. We had to find an 18+ club since I still had a few days till my 21st. We decided upon a gay, Latino club. After standing around watching awkward go-go dancers (that's a story I wont be posting on the internet) Kevin and I made our way on to the dance floor where we pretended we could Salsa/Cha Cha/Rumba. It involved a lot of flailing body limbs. The DJ finally played a 45 second montage of "Just Dance" and "Circus" in which we rushed the stage while everyone else took water/bathroom breaks (could we be any whiter?) We called it a night early because I had walked all over Central Park in boots and was now wearing FMP's so my feet were screaming in pain. Seriously! I don't know how those New Yorkers do it! I am in desperate need of shoes that are comfortable yet cute enough to wear with skirts. That was basically the height of excitement for the week. I just had RA training and waited for residents to trickle in so I could check them in.
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