fungwah, baby!

as i write this, i am sitting at the window of a starbucks in the heart of soho, nyc! un-freaking-believable. today is a very brave day for me -- i rode the fungwah bus from boston to chinatown, new york, all by myself, and now i am wandering the streets of manhattan, with only my whims and red map to guide me. i wanted to come to soho because it's the shopping hub of the country and i think it'd be fun to see some celebs. so far the closest to a celeb i've seen is a tiny film crew documenting two fashionable chicks walking down the street. i've been brave enough to briefly pop into a few carrie-bradshaw-worthy shops, but i shy away from most of them, fearing that salespeople can see right into my brain's "where's the clearance section?" mindset. i've got the nyc persona down pat, walking briskly in front of oncoming traffic with a scowl on my face. my darn polite oregonian manners keep bubbling up though, but i figure that's not such a bad thing. there is a teeny, tiny, squirming baby next to me at starbucks, and i'm dying to take about 20 pictures of it. why isn't it socially acceptable to take pics of stranger's kids? come on!

last night i saw the most amazing fireworks i've ever seen by far. twinkling stars, swirling comets, ever-expanding bursts of neon lines...it was so beautiful. we all watched, captivated, for about 20 minutes, in a state of complete viewing ecstasy. and then the sky cleared, and we were left with only an aftertaste and a strong desire for more. tim has roof access, so we were able to watch them explode over the charles river from the best possible spot. the boston pops orchestra played along with the show on the radio, coordinating their crescendos with the booms of the explosions. it was the first fourth of july i've ever actually loved.

i case you cant tell, i actually wrote that above stuff yesterday. after finishing my day in nyc, i came to a couple more conclusions.

1. i was totally jipped out of seeing any celebrities despite trekking through the city for five hours with a twenty pound backpack and blisters from my new shoes.

2. i found all of the hot guys! they're in boston and new york. sorry, oregon.

love is like a role that we play -- dashboard confessional