Around 3pm yesterday I entered the state of New Jersey in the hopes to see a fist-pumping guido, but was let down. In no way am I stereotyping the whole state but it’s only well-known for one thing these days, and we all know what that is. I was strolling around with cris, walking aside the colossal factories plastered with graffiti, and metro underpasses lined with debris. I felt right at home with my urban ensemble. Adding royal touches of burgundy and gold gave a Shakespearian-era throwback. 10 blocks later we found ourselves at the local, sought-after Brazilian hamburger joint called “Hamburgao” I tried to order the most americanized dish possible, for familiarity (I’m not the biggest fan of trying new things) yet I still ended up with a beef-ham-mozerella-mayo-corn-potato chips-vegetable burger. And you know what? it was DELICIOUS. After the feast we proceeded onward to a small pastry market where we consumed strawberry shortcakes and cheesecake swirls. We jokingly say we have a tapeworm due to our constant food intake but in all reality, the New York walking-lifestyle burns all the energy you have. it’s a curse. The food industry here must be on cloud 9, basking in riches from all these fatigued tourists. Not that it’s this California boy’s problem so I’m moving on. The day concluded with a enchanting jacuzzi kick-back. I say “enchanted” due to the clear New Jersey skies, countless stars, and shivering forest trees. A beautiful and unforgettable time with friends minus the spray tans, gym monkeys and unclassy lassies. Great first impression, New Jersey.
In the now: On cris’s bed, back in his NY school dorms. Watching his roommate play hockey via xbox. makes me miss my brother (who plays hockey BTW) A small catnap is in order before I meet up with Easton Schirra tonight for a flash-photoshoot and interview for CAVENY. more on that tomorrow.
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