City Cruising - My Family Travels

My dad is originally from Russia, but when he came to the United States he was introduced to the wonderful state of New York, specifically New York City. He has a great love for the city, a nostalgia of sorts. Every month we visit the magnificent wonder a couple of times. But this time was different, we had nothing planned for the day. It was a “wherever the wind” takes us sort of day. My father decided to take the car down this time, bad idea. After sitting in traffic for about two hours, you want to rip your headphones out of your ears and go into the nearest coffee shop to relieve yourself. But my father thought the drive was fantastic. He pointed out the different sights, “Look Times Square!” or “Look is that a famous person? Oooh look it is!” What famous person, he couldn’t recall. But they were “most definitely famous”. Me and my sister gave him the benefit of the doubt. We finally arrived at Fifth Avenue and found a cramped parking spot that somehow we managed to squeeze our monster Lexus into. We walked from the car to an unnamed Mexican restaurant, actually maybe there was a name but the sign was warped beyond my reading capabilities. Gleefully I sat down, ordered the first thing on the menu, and hurried to the bathroom. Which was probably worse than a gas station bathroom. I washed my hands and happily left the bathroom. When I arrived at the table a dish festively decorated with bean paste and tortilla chips awaited for me. My father and sister, Stephanie, were already munching on their food. Except Stephanie wasn’t really enjoying her dish, in fact we went to a nearby McDonald’s to get her a Happy Meal. Needless to say, she won’t be trying Mexican food in a while. After we left the McDonald’s, we decided to go to Columbia University. Which is in all seriousness, my dream school. If my GPA was impeccably perfect, and my SAT scores were a little bit higher I would be set on going there. As I longingly lounged on the front steps of one of Columbia’s many libraries I pictured going to school here, with all of these edgy, smart, awesome students. I even pretended to be one of them, sitting on a blanket, book in my hands, Ray Bans perched perfectly on the crown of my head. But later on when I tried to enter the Library, they asked for my student ID, and I was turned away. Later on when I met back with my father and sister we decided to go to Best Buy and look at the new iPad. On the way we stopped in at Union Square, and a huge, and I mean HUGE, pillow fight was broken out. Police were everywhere, and feathers were encased in the atmosphere. It was truly a funny sight. After we toyed around with the iPad we took the train back to Fifth Avenue, where we saw crazy people dance on the train, and went in the car for another hour of traffic ridden driving. All in all, a great, infamous trip. 

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