New York, I'm afraid we love you. You introduced us to riding in taxis with babies; death on wheels you might say. And it happens to be Everett's new favorite way of falling asleep. You introduced us to Edward Scissorhands on 5th Avenue and the chained piano man sitting on his piano bucket, playing the most beautiful songs in the cold. You introduced us to THE park, and New York pizza and the brownstones a la Carrie Bradshaw. Thanks to you we now know that models and Miss Jay are even taller in person. And that the Brooklyn flea market will ruin every other flea market for us forever. But most importantly, you introduced us to Natalie. She was the best part, we both agree.
Maybe next time, you could try to be a little less cool. It would make leaving a whole lot easier.