Arrived in NY in sweet time with no (real) delays, despite threats of blizzardous snow.
Was in a state of torpidity for most the journey, including three micro sleeps before takeoff... After which I proceeded to induce myself into a coma for majority of the flight (woke once for an orange juice), probably spent majority of the journey drooling and grinding my teeth on the poor girl beside me. But maybe she enjoyed it because when we landed at JFK she wouldn't make eye contact. Probably true love.
Casey met me at the airport. It was fortunate he did because it was a hectic trip from JFK to Hoboken including 3 poorly signed trains. Although it turned out to be a rather lovely journey as it had just started to snow.
After reaching Casey's place, I removed and discarded my sopping, sole-cracked Volleys, and demanding he promise to take me shopping the next day for Cond and Vans.
Changed from track pants into my Lorna Jane and Black Milk leggings, chucked on my super cute boots and hit the mean streets of Hoboken for 20 hot chicken wings ($4) and Black n Blue pints (Half Guinness and half Blue Moon Wheat beer)
Checked out a few other bars, then walked through the lightly snow-
coated grass down to the river where you can see Manhattan Island in all it's glory lit up for the world. Picked up a couple of 24oz tins of Coors (after assuring and reassuring the shop owner countless times that we would be able to survive without his "Hoboken renowned" tacos (meat undisclosed)) and headed back to the warmth of Casey's apartment in an attempt to plan the remainder of our trip.
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