go big or go home

or in the case of my dad, go big and go home.

my dad drove me to new york friday morning because he couldn’t leave his baby alone in the big city. I’ll admit, it would’ve been much more overwhelming than it was even with him here so I’m very thankful that he came. plus it gave me an excuse to stay the weekend in a much nicer apartment than ours, and enjoy great water pressure and consistently warm water.

we saw almost every touristy attraction which included, bobbers gave a little human flag pole consultations to strong men in central park.

and I learned that if this place is too much for me, it’s comforting to know that jerome resides in the financial district and can sell me a coke and a hot dog.