“Peruvian Perplex” - Anniek Kortleve by Alexander Neumann for Tank #7
I’d ride that. ;)
Who wants a teaser from my day?
So, it started out by me getting home around seven in the morning, and procrastinating sleep, until I passed out, and woke up at noon.
Then packed, and cleaned, and showered, blah blah blah.
Then I got to the point where I decided to drop the news of me going flying alone to New York, and road tripping it back.
A lot of my friends are jokingly jealous about me either not telling them, or asking me for things, etc.
Then I have a few of those other friends freaking out because the last time I did this, I left without telling many people, stayed OFF the internet, and it ended two months later with the murder of my best friends.
Relax guys, it’s just a business trip.
Lets skip to my three hour long plane ride of listening to the toddler sitting in the seat next to me scream, and cry, and trash about hysterically, while I was too busy reading Japanese erotic novels from the 1980’s to even care about the disruption, noise, or other passenger complaints.
I’m in MANHATTAN.
Am I the only person who uses the airplane mode feature on their cellular device? Or takes pictures in the clouds? Or eats the peanuts?
I’ve come to the realization that I only ever have window seats, and that fact makes me happy.
Okay, so, I cheated my way through the airport pickup, and was the only person decided to use the wrong area for my pick up, with the help of my wonderful photographer, and her husband, via phone call.
It was great being alone, with no busy people, rushing about me.
I’m staying in my photographers beautiful town-home, and we ate at an amazing family owned Italian restaurant.
Next thing I know, I’m in the heart of the city.
It’s one in the morning, and there are thousands of people shopping, running round drunk, and living life to the fullest.
Every red light we hit, I talked to people walking about the streets, throwing out compliments, and pleasant conversations.
Then one guy decided to yell at me that I was “His Cinderella” and he began singing to me, and running towards our vehicle.
I asked where he put my glass slipper, and the light turned green.
He chased us, and continued singing to me.
To the point where a group of young men started yelling hateful, and mean things to him, threatening to hurt, and kill him.
I calmly yelled at them, “Just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t give you that right to treat him like that.” One drunk guys response, “I’ll kill you, that’s why you didn’t get a date to prom.”
I laughed, smiled, and blew kisses, with everyone else in his group immediately apologizing to me, and then the original man started singing again.
WE accomplished visiting the empire state building, Macy’s eight story high mall, St. Patrick’s cathedral, Grand Central Station, Madison Ave, a church covered in sleeping homeless men, and so many other things, PLUS SO MANY MOTORCYCLES.
I MISS MY MOTORCYCLE.
Keep in mind, this was just my first night, my first few hours.
Tomorrow, we’re getting down to business.
so when you get married whose url do you take