A brief history of my New York experience
Summer 2006: I remember taking the train in from Scarsdale and standing up as soon as it went underground only to wait 15 more minutes for it to arrive. I remember being in actual awe that Grand Central looked the way it did. I remember buying a sixpack of Smirnoff Ice and pounding them on Jack’s roof, the sugar making us sick, and the squeak of the door freaking us out. My parents were upset that I had spent $50 dollars in one night: it was just a sign of things to come.
Thanksgiving 2006: The thing I remember most is the wind. It was cold and biting, but brisk and refreshing. It remains one of my favorite parts of fall in New York. We walked around Madison Avenue and tried on $25,000 watches. We ventured downtown and got drunk on Tequila shots at Mancora. I remember Jack breaking a glass; it was a Sunday night. There was a crosstown bus to the Upper West Side where we played poker in a deli and bought Cocaine the energy drink. There was Ali’s party where I did a shot, opened a beer on the wall, ran when I heard the word cops, and regretted not kissing her. We did pullups in Subway cars, slept in strange apartments, broke into liquor cabinets, and saw the tree at Rockefeller Center.
Summer 2007: I used a Wall Street Journal as a blanket on a freezing Fung-Wah from Boston. I remember steaks at the Smith and Wollensky and every desert on the menu. I remember sitting on a street corner at 4am with Seabass and Arjun waiting for a nightbus. I remember sneaking a stumbling Eli back into Jack’s apartment and finding his vomit behind the dresser 3 weeks later. We smoked cigars and I saw my first concert.
Thanksgiving 2007: I stayed downtown by NYU with Alex. We split Lucky Strike cigarettes and wandered around the streets with some vague sense of purpose. I bought a winter coat and we put gas in his Volvo. I remember $3 dollar sparkling wine with Jane and Michelle, and too many bodies in one bed. There was a party at Columbia and I bummed cloves off a cute black Barnard girl. I remember taking a cab back downtown and singing Hey There Delilah out the windows. I remember buying 40s, a beer wall and finding my friends doing Cocaine the drug off a Dell laptop.
March 2009: Graham and I had an apartment somewhere in the 60s. We recovered from Montreal, ran errands, and went to the Apple Store at 4am.
May 2009: This was my most supervised adventure in New York. We dressed in nice suits, and stayed in a hotel. A young associate at the Mercantile exchange extolled to me the merits of a John Allan’s membership and I collected several business cards. We did not get to ring the bell at the Stock Exchange.
Summer 2010: We went to Fairfield first, drank Johnny Walker Blue, and ate undercooked steaks. We taught Graham how to drive in Jack’s X5 and tried to find Fairfield college girls. I remember driving from Fairfield to Manhattan in rain so strong I had to judge the road by where the tail-lights in front of me were going. I’m sure we went out, got drunk, and had fun, but all I remember is eating at Mandarin Court and breaking several traffic rules trying to find parking.
October 2010: Jack and I got into a fistfight and I remember throwing Alex’s bong at him. It broke. Rishi got too drunk and we thought Eli passed out in the bathroom. There were parties at Columbia and too many of us sleeping on Graham’s floor. I remember getting lost in Harlem and ignoring the police who specifically told us not to walk through Morningside Park.
Thanksgiving 2010: Michelle and I drank Bloody Mary’s and hibernated at a cozy fall cafe in the village. We got stoned and watched the city from the safety of her Balcony. There was Green Tea and Whiskey, an overwhelming Uniqlo trip, a play with my parents, and not enough sleep.
Summer 2011: I drove down without a wallet, threw my phone at a wall, and drank for 2 days straight. I met two Nicks and liked one. I convinced a doorman that I was an Asian kid named Graham. Jack lost his phone and passed out on his doorstep. Collectively his dad referred to us as “Quite the pair of retards.” We did unlimited sushi sake and beer and I spelled the last name on my fake ID wrong.
Summer 2012: I met my Argentine girls and took photos I don’t remember. We went sake bombing. I spent too much money, saw my investment bankers and spent the afternoon in Central Park. We crossed Morningside Park after dark and drank a lot of whiskey in the Village. I passed out in my boxers in Larry’s apartment hallway and watched the sunrise over the Chrysler building.
October 2012: I was in the city for less than 24 hours. We got stoned and had to leave Michelle’s before I was ready. We did the whole Madison Avenue game, but this time with the intention to buy. It was unremarkable. There were a lot of bars on the Lower East Side and a fat girls birthday party. There was a pretty girl with pearl earrings in a grungy bar and we slept in the back seat of a Chrysler Grand Prix. I remember leaving the city and feeling very sad, only to realize that I was probably just coming down.