I will be celebrating my birthday in NYC in the not to distant future. It is my favorite place in the world other than my beloved Sydney and frankly I have spent enough time in both cities to be an expert. The first time I hit New York I was only 21. I was so overwhelmed by the fact the place was just as I had imagined that I burst into tears as the taxi took me into Manhattan for the first time. I partied like I have never partied before and I swore then and there that I would return as often as I humanly could. Oh and yes I have, yes I have. So it comes as little wonder that I am organising a birthday bash the likes of which will send me broke for many years to come.
I am hoping to do all my favorite NY things, and then some. So I will also indulge myself by getting Buddy from Carlo's Bakery in Hoboken to make my birthday cake. I am yet to officially decide what I will be getting but suffice to say I am tossing up the flavours first, red velvet versus chocolate ganache, what to choose what to choose. I am having lots of friends come along from all sides of the globe and no doubt it will be super fun.
I have experienced every season in NY from hot balmy nights watching rap dancers do their stuff in Brooklyn to freezing my arse off in the snow on 42nd street after falling out of yet another hole in the wall with my beloved DM husband from Scotland. So I think my mid year birthday bash may see the temperatures at a pleasant stage rather than the extremes that NY is used to. I don't think I have ever been as hot or cold in any other place as much as I have in that town it is certainly a place of extremes.
Oh and the one thing I can never wait for after arriving at JFK is racing to the nearest Popeye Chicken and ordering a big heap of biscuits with ranch sauce. Now that is heaven.
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