If I had a New York Minute

I understand that these days New York City isn't the best place to be. With Covid-19 still running through the streets and travel being highly discouraged there's no way that I'm making my merry way to The Big Apple anytime soon. But a girl can dream, and I intend to.

11am
Okay so my plan is to arrive in Manhattan at 11 o'clock in the morning---by train. Disclaimer: I do not know if there is a train that goes from Mil*aukee to New York. Like I'm 99% sure that there isn't one, but this is my dream! So I'm taking it. Once I stand in the station for 3-5 minutes, taking the bustle of the city in in all of its glory, I'll power walk out of the door and start my day.

12pm 
Once I leave the station I'll head east towards Nolita to eat at the Freemans restaurant for brunch. I have chosen Nolita not because of anything I know about New York City geographically---because I know nothing about New York City geographically, but rather because I like the way that the neighborhood sounds. Like phonetically. No-li-ta. It's so much fun. I chose the Freemans restaurant because it's pretty and it has a lovely blue door that I'm obsessed with. I get the fried-chicken & waffle with all of my friends. I have somehow shipped (yes, shipped) all of my them to New York City for this meal. Not for my whole trip, just for this meal.

2pm 

After bruch I will make it my mission to walk off all of the food that I've just consumed on my way to my hotel in Chelsea. Freemans restaurant is approximately 32.26 miles away from The High Line Hotel and I'm guessing at some point during that 8 hour journey I'll make the executive decision to hail a taxi and enjoy the rest of it from the backseat of a cab. I've decided on the High Line Hotel because it looks like a moody dorm from some wild and mildly-sexual young adult trilogy. I hate hotel rooms that feel

like hotel rooms. The kind where you walk in the door and can immediately tell that somebody was just in there spraying febreze and praying that you don't spot the stain in the carpet. The High Line has a chandelier and a typewriter, what more could a girl want?!? Once I arrive in my room I will immediately order room service because my walk from Freemans will have left me famished. After that I'll collapse onto my bed and take a nap until...BEEP BEEP BEEP! Crap, my alarm is telling me that it's time to go go go. So I quickly throw on the dress that I'd chosen for this exact moment two weeks ago, grab my purse, and head out the door. 

8pm 

This is my third official New York City Power-Walk ™ and I'm headed one way, the only way, to Broadway. Okay confession: back during my freak days (read: middle school) there were these two kids in my choir that were OBSESSED with Hamilton and I'd always make fun of them (in private, with my friends because I'm respectful ) because I genuinely did not understand how a musical about the founding fathers could be so good. But then eight days ago I watched Hamilton on Disney+ for the first time (of MANY) and I now know that it is so good. I mean I hate to hop on the bandwagon (that's a lie, I've been a follower my entire life. I LOVE bandwagons) but it really is something special! So naturally, with this being my dream and all, I have decided to see the o.g Hamilton cast perform because I love them all dearly and am so desperate to soak up all of their talent. I'll make my way to my seat that I've chosen so that I'll be close enough to stage so that I can see, but still be safe from Jonathan Groff's fire hydrant of a mouth. It will be glorious, it will be epic, and when I hear the Schuyler sisters sing "HISTory is HAPpening in manHATTan AND we just HAPPen to be in the GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD!!!" I will burst into tears, probably. 

11pm

After the show I'll find myself exhilarated, inspired, and in search for adventure so I'll take the Q train all the way to Coney Island. Once I'm there, relishing in the smell of the ocean and probably piss, I will head straight towards Luna Park in search for some stuffed companions. I'll play games for an hour and secure three plush pals (named Paula, Peter, and Petunia) and make my way towards the Wonder Wheel. After waiting in line and getting better acquainted with my new friends I will finally be able to depart on my journey. While riding the wheel with my mates I'll think about my time in New York

City. My brunch at Freemans, the two hours I walked trying to get to my hotel, the tears that I shed at hamilton, and now the Wonder Wheel. I will suddenly feel overcome with emotion and feel the desire no, the need to play Barbra Streisand's classic song New York State Of Mind off my phone. I'll start singing, the person below me will start singing, and soon the whole wheel will be crooning out the song. It'll be a rendition accompanied only by the smooth notes of the man who's operating the Wonder Wheel's saxophone and it will be beautiful.