i need a weekend...to recover from my weekend

i finally managed to make it up to new york this weekend to visit a friend that i am forever promising i will visit but then i never actually do. it was a perfect weekend to make good on that promise, for as much as i love dc, i really did need to get the hell out of town and pretend like i was on vacation, even if it was only for a few days. i always forget that new yorkers are all vampires and don't do anything until after 10 pm, so the weekend of eating dinner at 11 and then staying out until 3 or 4 caught up with me pretty quickly and i am feeling rather like a hot mess today. although, when it's new york that is the reason that you are left feeling like a hot mess, i guess things can't be all that bad. i love that damn city. it's crowded, it's dirty, there is trash everywhere, it smells, it's loud and i constantly feel the need to wash my hands...but there is still no place on earth quite like it. i did manage to have the best sushi i've ever eaten in my life, see the cooper union building i've been itching to get my eyes on, find $50 on the ground (which was spent about 5 minutes later- damn that city is expensive!), buy about 3 pairs of sunglasses and a hat for my costa rica trip for around $10, go for an awesome run through central park, play beer pong (because i'm still 20 in my head), and get about 8 hours of sleep all weekend. so. there is my explanation for feeling like a hot mess. i am pretty sure that new york and i could never be in an exclusive, long term relationship. i love dc too much and in all honesty, i think dc would make a better life partner than ny. but every now and then, it is nice to run into the arms of ny for a weekend, just to remind myself that that kind of instablity (in small doses) can be very, VERY fun.