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I hold these truths to be self-evident:
- the vegan options in NYC are limitless and extraordinary. A buffalo chicken sandwich with ranch dressing, entirely animal-free. Curly's Vegetarian Lunch, you make me happy.
- Häagen Dazs' Zesty Lemon Sorbet tastes way better in a king-size bed with down-filled pillows watching pay-per-view with one of your favorite people than it does alone on your couch in the afternoon.
- if someone else (like, say, a cabbie) mis-hears your directions, even though you repeated them twice, you are still financially responsible for his mistake, and he will yell at you until you acquiesce.
- skinny black pants that are scrunched at the ankle are hot on both males and females.
- I'm getting too old to party (I've retired to my room sober and before 2 am three nights in a row).
- Strong Isle has lots of lampposts.
- no matter how foxy and attentive your waiter is, he will probably mess up your highly-allergic friend's order.
- people in NYC aren't afraid to look you in the eye and smile when passing you on the street, like they are in Seattle.
- I may be too comfortable in this town. I walk around with my iPod on, in neighborhoods I'm not entirely familiar with, and don't feel any differently about my safety and surroundings than I do on Capitol Hill.
- every hotel should start leaving Jameson and bananas on pillows instead of mints.
- I often forget how much I like/liked certain people until I'm around them again.
- Street Fighter II on the 360 looks just as shitty as it did in the arcade.
- loud, wine-fueled debates about alcohol-branded condoms and how rapists using said prophylactics could be construed as good PR for said alcohol brand probably isn't the best dinner conversation in a tiny, crowded Italian restaurant.
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