As always, holidays are just plain different in NYC and Thanksgiving or in this case Friendsgiving is no different. For most of the holidays, I decided I would be in NYC instead of going home. I failed to have the foresight to realize that most everybody was going home and they wouldn't be in NYC to do so….
Now of course, I thought by now I would have somebody and I did, but that ended earlier in the month for reasons you can ask me offline about. As such, I went to a Friendsgiving with a coworker's roommate, Kelly, and her parents. At first, I was apprehensive, but the night turned about to be great and I saw a different part of Harlem around 140th to 150th street.
At this Friendsgiving, I had a great time talking with Kelly's parents, the gays, classy older black woman, younger black woman, other Democracy Prep teachers, and a black and Portuguese guy. We were a ton of intellectuals eating great food, listening to the host and his friends perform, and drinking well. I realized it was one of the few times I drank alcohol on Thanksgiving, but it was all in all good cheer. Everybody was charming everybody and I got a phone number that went nowhere (sad face Kelly). Kelly and I definitely agreed it felt very NYC: nice apartment, intellectuals chatting about nothing, constant flirting, something different - the performances, and drinking.
As I decided to go home, I realized that I had grown used to 30 degree weather and found it reasonable. Along with that, I decided to walk across Central Park at midnight while dancing around to tunes. It was very safe and liberating fun. It reminded me once again, why I enjoy and love NYC. To end of the night, right before I got home, I saw a student and we wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving. It was the perfect end to a different, but fulfilling Friendsgiving in NYC.
Stay tuned for another Barhop post, my USC v. UCLA argument, and the beginning of travelogues about the US cities.