Wednesday, December 10, 2008
New Yorker
You know you are a New Yorker when ...
You are dreading having to use public transport all the time when back in London for a few days, being so used to taking taxis everywhere.
You suffer a mild panic attack when finding out that a friend of yours is having her birthday party in Brooklyn.
Your friends often ask you for restaurants and bars recommendations, even if they have lived in New York for longer than you have.
You tell taxi drivers to go to "27th and 7th", not bothering to say Avenue or Street, and demand that they take 9th and not Broadway.
You lose all self-consciousness and dance in the street when the first snow falls on the City because that's what everyone else is doing too.
You get upset when your local dry cleaners changes ownership because you had made friends with the previous ones as you went there so often for your laundry.
You avoid 5th Avenue like the plague and shop online instead.
You don't consider a manicure to be an unnecessary luxury but merely a relaxing part of your weekly routine.
You sometimes find that even ordering food in online is too hard of a task.
Your dentist's office was featured in an episode of "Law and Order".
You refer to the Upper West Side as UWS and the Lower East Side as LES.
Your concept of being on time occasionally deteriorates.
You inadvertently crash the private party of a trendy fashion photographer at Bar & Books and end up chatting to Mary Kate Olsen about jeans.
You walk really fast everywhere and get frustrated when tourists can't work out how to use the turnstiles in the subway.
You sometimes feel that your love life could be mistaken for an episode of Sex & The City but not the one ending with "happily ever after". And you're actually OK with that.
You have only used your oven for the first time 18 months after you moved in, cooking Thanksgiving dinner for friends.
You plan your social calendar like a military campaign.
Your bible is the New York Magazine.
You feel guilty about your hedonistic lifestyle but yet can't give it up.
You have a local breakfast place and a local bar where you don't need to order anymore as the waiters know what you want without you asking for it.
.... And you are looking forward to be out of the City for a couple of weeks but also can't wait to come back to it.
Labels:
Classic NYC,
Expat
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