“I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep”. I’m sure you’ve heard of these words and if you haven’t, well then our brief & short online friendship ends here. Anyways, its been a while since I’ve been on a plane. It was 2020 landing back in KMIA that I was coming back down from a trip to Iowa that I flew on those big birds in the sky. The Iowa trip which by the way is something to write about another time, was interesting to say the least. Back to NYC if you haven’t figured it out yet.

The trip was brief and sweet. Focused on food, some sights, drinking and of course more food. I’ll let you know that eaves dropping on conversations was a sin committed on this trip. Privacy was not an option for others. I mean after all, these people are all living on top of one another. Here’s the first one that caught my ear as well as the ears of my fellow comrades.

A couple and a Dude. All working in the news sector, well dressed, at least the lady who seemed to be a “reporter” and her friend who could’ve been either a writer/producer or reporter as well. The lady’s significant other, dressed as a tech dude, at least to my definitions. Jeans, rolled up checkered dress shirt, not a lot of participation in the convo. Anyways, the conversation between them started talking about the Miami news market. Like yeah… its a market, and they have to cater to the people. All this conversation by the way over a couple of slices of pizza, which should not have been defined as a NYC pizza. They kept talking about how the 305 news sector was crazy, making emphasis on the building collapses. I intervened in my head by saying..” Hey, it was only 1. Okay maybe 2, counting the one in the beach, but that was during demolition. Okay fine 3, the bridge. O wait, remember the MDC Parking garage collapse. Ill stop counting”. So they continued talking about the shootings and crashes, as well as the random acts of violence throughout the city. Maybe NYC reporters don’t venture out in the outside Burroughs. They talked about Nashville, how its in the middle of nowhere, also how a young producer was being burnt by upper management at WPLG if I’m not mistaking. My writing may not make its seem as interesting or exciting as I may see it, but hey, it was a Thursday night, almost midnight and something had to make up for the mediocre pizza. If you must know, it was a Buffalo Chicken Pizza + Barbecue Chicken Bacon for yours truly.

Other little things happened on this trip, but I’ll leave that for another time. For now, I’ll be cruising it easy off the east coast.

Stay thirsty Amigos.