Only In New York

Walking down 5th Avenue, completely absorbed in Beyonce on my iPod, when all of a sudden some random chick stops me in the street. She proceeds to tell me about a spa package that she, and the five guys sporadically placed around her are selling as a marketing campaign for the new luxury-chic Salon Renait. Now, it really is a great deal- a cut and blow out, facial, waxing, manicure, massage, plus, my favorite part, endless wine! All of that for an attractive total of $69.00??? Had I not been living the unemployed life of gypsyville for the last two weeks, I would have purchased it. But just as I told her, there was no way that I could buy at this time, though would love to track her down the following week after I start my new job. Up until now this story is a fairly common run down of city life and grassroots marketing, but here is where the romance of NYC kicks in. "Hey do you want to watch the Knicks game with us?" the manager of the group asks. My newly acquired 'Yes Man' attitude forces me to accept. We stroll through the streets and land at The Galway Hooker, a slightly swanky two story Irish Pub on 36th between 5th and Madison. Hellooo, can we say great drinks, hot guys, and big screens? Perhaps my new after work spot! Cut to six hours later as I am saying goodnight to my new friends and heading home. Yes, I hung out with complete strangers for six hours. After the first 20 minutes though, they weren't strangers anymore, they were friends, and we had a blast. As I hugged them good-bye and walked away, I thought to myself... ONLY IN NEW YORK!