LIOG… Spring Break in New York ✈️🗽🍎

It’s Story Time!

It’s junior year of college and let me tell you that spring break was a hot mess!

We had three options; Cancun, Miami and New York.

• Cancun was not an option once people began having a problem with leaving the states.
• Miami became a struggle once people began flaking out on the trip because of the air fare, price of housing and having to get a rental car.

We went back and forth on whether we should just stay in Chicago. I should have followed my gut and stayed on campus because New York was really a test of friendship! The trip started with seven people and ended with 4 people after the crazy just began escalating significantly. I was responsible for sorting out the housing and airfare.  When I figured how many of us were actually going on the trip, I got the housing worked out in January. Dami (Nigerian), Thuthu (Burmese), Ariel (Only Guy) and I were going to New York. The apartment I got was pretty decent, it was in Queens near LaGuardia airport which was super convenient. My aunt lives in Queens so I’ve spent summers in New York and knew a few touristy areas to check out and party. Everyone else was a newbie to the New York experience and one person was underage which sort of sucked.

So it comes time to purchase plane tickets. This is when issue number one started! Thu2 decided that she wanted to fly United because she was going to buy a plane ticket to visit a dude she was talking to online. *rolls eyes* No shocker she went to Boston and the guy turned out to be a catfish. So the arguments about that went on to the point I got frustrated and told them to sort of the airplane ticket themselves. So they purchased the tickets from Spirit. I was told that I had to pay for luggage and allowed a free carry-on. Everything is already paid for but the arguments still continued. Thuthu’s catfish was the biggest issue of the whole trip. She began trying to navigate her itinerary around this guy. The most ridiculous thing she did was buying this catfish a plane ticket to come and stay at our apartment. We all were not having that, so there was just unnecessary tension.

So we get to the airport and I end up having to pay for my carry-on because it was considered to big. When all the times I’ve travelled on Delta and AA and never experienced that problem. So that’s 50$ extra luggage and I am already in a irritable mood. I had told the owner of the apartment that we were arriving to New York early. But he had already given me the check in and check out times. So we spent the time in NY, dragging our luggage across the streets. Everyone got pissy with me because they were convinced that I had fucked up the housing after I specifically told them the check in time before they purchased the plane tickets. Anyways, we get to the apartment and all is forgiven. We decided we were just going to start having fun. So to Manhattan we went!  Ten minutes in downtown Manhattan, my friend got caught in a huge misunderstanding with the police officer and got herself a ticket. That placed a damper on the rest of the day. So we just went back home and got take out Chinese food. The next day was a little better, we shopped and did some touristy stuff. That night we had went to Webster Hall. It was ok but since I was over 21 I automatically felt like I was partying with underage kids. I came to New York looking for someone grown; I was not going find him at Webster Hall. Plus all the grown people there just gave off a pedo vibe.

My friend that got the ticket was not having the best experience because she had fallen in the club and hurt her ankle. It was a really embarrassing fall, that fumble is suppose to still embarrass her in the afterlife lol.  So we left the club early. The following night we checked out a drag show. I had a lot of fun there.

Issue number two! Dishes and garbage began piling up and Dami was not having it. So that started the bitching. To avoid that Ariel and I just started pulling our weight. But Thu2! *shaking my head*…she was definitely in LALA land. I love her! but there is only so much advice a friend can give.

1. She was not present! All the activities we did, she would spend all that time talking to her catfish.

2. She left mid-way in dinner one night and took a train back to the apartment. Literally got up and left us because she had forgotten to take her birth control pill. ( I laugh every time I remember that day sigh)

3. She was always leaving her garbage anywhere and expected someone to wash her dishes.

This is when the fight started. We were all watching Rupaul Drag Show and Ariel and I  were high as kites and drunk as bats! I was in no state to be the voice of reason in this argument. Dami was drinking but Thuthu had said she doesn’t want to drink while on the pill. So Dami said, ‘you are a dumb bitch, you are doing all this for a guy you’ve never even skyped’. Thu2 left the room upset. We all were turnt! Maybe after an hour later, she came back outside angry and threw her dishes in the sink and walked off. But drunk Dami was not about to let that slide. The shouting started. So I was like “shhh guys, people live upstairs, they’ll call the police.” I was hella faded, the last thing I needed was cops at the door. Thu2 extremely hurt at Dami’s comments said “stop spiting on me” LOL! Dami just switched to her Yoruba dialect! I am sure she must have cursed her entire family line! Thu2 began crying. At this time, Ariel had fucking passed out from being too high. And I am torn because they are both my friends and I didn’t want to take sides. But Dami in her harshness was right. Thu2 was being dumb. Her entire energy was really putting a dark cloud over the fun we were suppose to be having. I was constantly worried because she does irrational things when she’s hurt.Last thing I needed was a trip to the hospital because she’s cutting her wrists.

The following day was awkward! I was literally babysitting them in times square. Then when I thought it couldn’t get worse. We get home and Thu2 had packed up her stuff and decided that she was leaving to Boston early. Her catfish was in the hospital in a coma! (You guys don’t understand how hard I am laughing right now). At this point, we kept telling her its a catfish. She said she spoke to his friend and they were both in a car accident and the catfish is in critical condition. How bloody convenient! There was no stopping her, she got on a bus and left.

I will not lie when she left the  whole mood lightened. But I was still concerned about her. We checked out a few other places in New York, took some pictures and bought some souvenirs. The last end of the trip was more chill. But it still was a trip from hell. I use to think the road trip to Iowa City was a disaster. One car packed with five different  personalities, but I had a much higher tolerance than in New York.