My Mumbling Thoughts

So I'm going to New York.

Yep. With people, mind you. I haven't decided to just wander up there on my own.

Although we all did decide to go on a whim.

It was quite cool how we did it as well. Helen, Jon and myself were all sitting outside on the lawn in the warm English sunshine one day after the Easter holiday.

Casually, and slightly in a joking way, Jon said that he wanted to come visit me over the summer.

"You should do," I replied with my left arm covering my face to shade my eyes from the sunrays.

"I will. It would be so much fun. What do people do in Virginia?"

"Well not too much. We do eat quite a bit and go shopping a lot. Or perhaps that's just my family. DC isn't too far away, so that's kind of cool. New York as well. It's only about five hours in a car."

"We should totally go to New York," he said, remaining in a casual tone.

"We should. Helen's coming to visit me this summer. We should all go. What do you say, Helen?" I said it as if I was really serious, but I just thought that it was a passing thought that Jon was having.

"Yeah. I think that'd be brilliant," she also said nonchalantly.

"So it's official. New York, Virginia and DC this summer?" Jon confirmed.

"Sounds good to me," I said, half-believing that any of it would actually occur.

Not even two weeks after I was back home, I recieved facebook messages from both Helen and Jon saying that they had actually bought their plane tickets and would be arriving at Dulles airport on the 27th of August.

Oh dear. So I would have to sort out my half of the deal and actually plan a trip to New York. I mean, I couldn't whimp out now. Going to New York was the main portion of the trip and for them coming here (aside from seeing me, of course).

I told Mel and she decided that she wanted to come with us all, which was a-ok with me. Word quickly got out over facebook as well and I thought we were going to have to rent a Greyhound bus to be able to cart everyone up to the Big Apple.

Luckily, they all couldn't make it, leaving the original four.

Mel and I got the hotel and plane tickets sorted (because I couldn't really be bothered being the only driver) and it was really, truly official.

We were all going to New York.

I've never been to New York my entire life. I've lived all over the US except for the New England area. I haven't even visited or driven through. And for some reason, I'm slightly nervous about going. I'm not sure why, but there's a tiny part of me that is scared of New York. Perhaps it's the bad rep of some of the people and some of the dodgy areas, but I am scared of New York.

And I wish I wasn't. I wish I felt the same way about New York like I do London. They're both big cities, top fashion capitals and hold their own. You just don't fuck with either one of them.

However, New York has a slight edge on London. It's got a bit more of a dark side, an attitude and air about it that will whoop your ass if you double cross the city.

Not that I plan on double crossing the city. Never in a million years would I want to do something like that.

I keep on picturing fun times though. We'll do all of the tourist things, perhaps a bit of shopping and if we're lucky, take a Sex and the City tour. I would really love that.

And after our mini break, hopefully I can leave New York City as friends and not be so intimidated by a place that I respect so much.

That is if I actually make it because Momma hasn't killed me. I haven't exactly told her of our plans yet. It should be interesting...