I went to High Line Park yesterday. It"s a park built on an old el train. I knew this park would be fun right from the start.
Upon entering the park a woman proclaimed "These flowers stink". I just assumed she preferred the smell of smog. Unfortunately she was correct! The first half of the park was full of stinky weeds.
The second half of the park consisted of trees best described as twigs stuck in dirt. I couldn't help but exclaim very loudly that the Bronx has way better trees since they are all tall.
After walking through the park (single file only!) we went down to take a walk by the water. After the stinky weeds I was ready for some "fresh" air. I was wrong. We walked by the sanitation truck depot and the dumpsters for the businesses at Chelsea Piers.
The lovely city scents made me hungry so it was off to get some delicious felafel's and overpriced smoothies.
Upon arriving in the Bronx we went to the supermarket to get beer. I was done after only 2 Blue Moons.
I fell asleep on tequila's couch. I woke up in pain. There was a battery charger up my butt and I had used my iPhone as a pillow. Sorry Blue Moon, you are the worst host ever.
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