New York, I love that I can walk down pretty much any of your streets and find nearly anything I would want to eat. Did it slightly disturb my husband that he couldn't figure out where street vendors used the bathroom and subsequently washed their hands? I'm not gonna lie, it did. Okay, more than slightly disturbed him. Every time he saw one he asked, "Where do they go to the bathroom, Kasie, where?" And remember I said you can find them everywhere, so I got this question a lot. But it didn't stop us from eating a few hot dogs while we were there. It was obvious I wasn't from New York, though, because when they all said: "Everything on it?" I screamed out while holding up my hands: "NO! Just ketchup, just ketchup." (Yes, I'm a toppings wimp)
We also ate the best pizza while we were there. Real pizza. New York pizza. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
And of course being in New York prompted my often repeated lines to my husband: "My agent lives here." "Yes, Kasie, I know," he'd say. "Have I told you yet that I have an agent?" I'd ask him. "I think you have, but I must've forgotten because you never talk about it."
The first day I was in New York, when my husband was in meetings, I rode the subway to her office. I stood outside her door with a big smile on my face staring at the plaque with her name on it. Did I feel like a creepy stalker? No, why do you ask? I had emailed her before I went, hoping we could do lunch, but she's on maternity leave and is staying with her in-laws who don't live in New York. They're helping her take care of the twins. So, I had to satisfy the 'fan-girl' crush I have on her by staring at her office door. :) Yes, I really am that big of a dork. It was fun. And, yes, a huge reason I love New York--literary agents, publishing houses, and editors in high concentration. *Happy Sigh*