Monday, December 1, 2008

i guess i'm 16.

so... i guess i'm 16. 16 years, 3 days, 6 hours and 18 minutes to be relativly exact. weird huh? i don't feel older, but do you ever? november 27 was a lot of things. thanksgiving, my sweet 16, macy's... but all rolled into one made each seem a little less spectacular. i'm still wondering where my birthday went. where thanksgiving went. where the parade that we traveled 30 hours to participate in went.

but it was great. new york was amazing and i'll prolly post a couple of pics from the top of the rock here. but i don't know... it WAS great, but it just wasn't AS great as you would expect. its dirty, really dirty. and smelly... and the people are rushing rushing everywhere, going this way, going there. (nice little rhyme, i know.) i think i said once when we were walking down broadway, that tourists are the best new yorkers. we actually spend the time looking up. the buildings there are amazing- probably the best part, and it seems the only people that pay them attention are the people that don't spend their lives rushing between them. i felt completely comfortable walking down the street. i could see myself doing that quite often, though i'm not completely sure i wouldn't get lost. but i would never, ever live there. san fransisco was better XD

the actual parade was hard. obviously. your shoulders started burning by the 40 minute mark to the point where you could barely hold them up long enough for one song. by the end it was nearly impossible. spit was dripping down your chin and you're hoping to God no camera is zoomed in on your face. you have a ton of things to watch out for like front-to-back lines, side-to-side lines, feet (toes), horn angles, the ground so you don't trip, and playing all of the right fingerings even if you can't get sound to come out. it was tough. and yet it felt like it was over in a matter of minutes. after all of the work that we put into the preparation for this thing, and it was over so fast. it was hard to believe. i still don't think it's hit me.

but it was totally worth it. here are some pics for your entertainment: :D


(i don't think this needs an introduction. can i just say that it was completely not what i was expecting? on the ferry over it looked short, fat and green. it was supposed to be tall and imposing and comforting and amazing and huge. i suppose it was at one time. and it was for me at first. but after a while it just became a statue.)


(one taken off the "Top of the Rock.")


(a little kid on a leash crying outside of central park. :} )


(another picture taken off the "Top of the Rock.")
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2 comments:

.m..a..d..d..y. said...

the leashed kids were part of my good experience there!

they made me laugh in my head quite loudly

December 6, 2008 at 2:59 PM
[lissa] said...

oh i laughed out loud...

December 9, 2008 at 8:44 PM

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