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Dynamite some rats? Not exactly. Take in some contemporary art? Exactly. And yes, I believe that would be the work of Banksy.
I first went to New York with my mom as a 15 year-old. We took the train from Fredericksburg, and my mouth had its own set of railroad tracks. We checked out Princeton and Barnard, and we went to a Broadway show starring Matthew Broderick. We went to MoMA.
I went the following year with the newspaper and yearbook staffs of my high school for a conference at Columbia. We ran into Paul Schaffer and ate at the soup café that inspired the Seinfeld “Soup Nazi” episode.
I applied to NYU and got a scholarship. I didn’t go.
Then it got interesting. My first year at U.Va., I dated a New Yorker. He worked at Abercrombie in the financial district and got picked up to do a modeling job for Teen People from it. I visited him in the city for New Year’s, and we stayed in a studio loft with some kids he knew who went to Wesleyan. I remember hearing about cuddle parties and thinking that they were more spoiled than the silver spoons in the south. He took me to a vintage tee shirt store called Search and Destroy on Bleecker where I found a shirt for a roller rink in Fredericksburg, where I used to go to birthday parties. We went to a couple of parties but opted to go home before the last, and McCauley Culkin was purportedly there. It was perfect.
After we broke up, a break-up about which I will only comment, “It sucked,” I looked into transferring to NYU for film school. My ex and I road-tripped to Vermont, where his mom had moved, and came back via New York for my transfer interview. To be 19 and foolish is a luxury I am relieved I will never again have! He set the alarm clock for “pm,” and I missed the interview. I believe he has moved to France.
I went to visit two college friends and attended a wedding at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. I remember being stressed the whole time: I had just finished casting Room Raiders in Austin, and when I got back, I was going to move to Dallas for two months to cast there, living with a woman I’d never met and driving to 200 homes on roads I’d never driven. And I had communal pneumonia.
And then this. I was asked to represent our office at an event. It happened to be my sister’s birthday weekend, and she happened to be staying with me at the time. She came with me. With my sister, anything can happen. And for the love of God, I needed another good trip to New York City.
