Greetings Bloggies. This is Avery reporting back from New York. I have not procured enough words in the English language to describe how amazing this trip was, so I’ll describe it through the vibe of one of my current favorite song instead.
This is actually my third time ever in New York. The first time I went was actually on May 21st with 2 friends of mine from Wellesley for a day trip. I loved it so much, I booked my second bus ticket as soon as I got home and found myself in Manhattan once again, 10 days later. I had an even better experience the second time around, so I planned an extended stay for Pride Weekend on June 28th. I took the 6am bus from Back Bay in Boston and arrived around 12pm on Friday. The very first thing I did was grab a slice of pizza, of course. I met up with a Wellesley friend who is currently researching cells at The Rockefeller University! Here’s us on the bus on our way to my first celebration of the weekend.
On the bus!
On Saturday morning, I decided to indulge in my most recent obsession, rooftops! I treated myself to a rooftop brunch at Bella Union in Kips Bay. At 3 stories high with a forkful of eggs benedict and seasoned potatoes in hand, I enjoyed my sociology book with intermittent glances of admiration of 29th St & 3rd Ave. My academic takeaway consisted of the social impact of informal organizations on formal institutions in the workplace! And my oral takeaway consisted of a 10/10 eggs benedict. I would consider this a five-star Saturday morning in my opinion!
Eggs & Organizations.
In addition to rooftops and peaceful brunches, I’m also a huge fan of old architecture and libraries. So fittingly, I found myself exploring the inside of the New York Public Library, unable to break the parallel between my eyes and the intricate ceiling of the 130-year-old structure. Then as one does in New York, I very appropriately got my hands on a bacon, egg, and cheese which had about a 4 minute life span.
Manifesting my future house to look identical to this.
Boston take notes.
To complete my Saturday, I attended a march with 4 other Wellesley friends of mine and observed the festivities afterwards. To my very pleasant surprise, I ran into one of my OTHER Wellesley friends at the march as well. Happy tears were shed. Hugs were given. It was a wonderful time. I can’t wait to go back next year. I also met my long-lost, backwards-black-snap back hat-wearing twin who was just as eager to take a picture with me as I was with them! I started my Saturday night by taking my day-2 group of Wellesley friends to a rooftop club on the Lower East Side. They then took me to their new favorite jazz club, Smalls in Greenwich Village, where we got to make friends with the main singer for the night. His name was Tony, and he even invited us to his favorite club across the street where we played darts with the owner, Jerry and some nice men from Ontario, Canada! They ended up beating all of us.
Spontaneous Wellesleyian sighting.
Troye Sivan enthusiasts.
My Sunday was filled with even more happy tears at the official parade where I ran into my COUSIN who guess what… ALSO goes to Wellesley. I hadn’t seen her in two months since school ended in May, so I think we probably broke the record for World’s Longest Hug. We met up with some of our other close friends who, you’re never going to guess, actually also go to Wellesley. We hung out and caught up over dumplings in the rain. Eventually, as I’m on my way to my first party of the night, I ended up spontaneously finding a random backyard pride party. So as the extroverted college student I am, I cautiously followed the electronic disco-synth of Troye Sivan’s “Rush” and found myself in a dance circle full of new people. I ended up becoming friends with all of them before leaving for my next and last party of the weekend!
All in all I had a very great trip to New York, and I WILL be going back at least 2 more times before this summer ends.
Live Laugh Love,
Avery the Admissions Intern