I'm going to start this post with a small, sort-of "only in New York" anecdote. Like every other living human, I'm really into Hamilton. I always had this idea in my head that if I ever saw Lin-Manuel on the street, I would stop everything and sing part of "My Shot", hoping that he would agree to sing with me in a video. I decided that this is what would happen and it would be super funny and really cool. In reality, we were going to have lunch at Sweetgreen last week when the mythical Lin-Manuel himself walked by us. Did I sing? Did I take a photo with him? Did I even say hello, I love your musical? No, I did not. I literally just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk before hydroplaning to the side and burrowing my face in the window of a Maison Kitsune. As he descended into the subway across the street, all I could do was mutter "L-L-Lin-Manuel?" before making a decent Instagram story discussing how I actually threw away my shot.
I trust that you guys totally understand the city's magic and its frustrations and comedy. There are so many obviously great things to love and all sorts of weird things that become normal despite their relative absurdity. Ultimately, the city's magic is the people. As lame as it sounds, it's the truth.