Seven Years of Adventures

A little over seven years ago, I was playing broomball (it's a Minnesota thing, look it up) on a Summer Sunday morning.  After the game I told my dad I was moving to New York City.  "Now obviously I planned out this trip", he said.  "Of course!" I replied.  I mean, I gave myself almost an entire month.  Which I squandered of course, but we all knew I'd do that.

First day in New York City I experienced a fifty-five dollar cab ride.  Plus tip and tolls of course.  I got to see the Seinfeld diner and was sadly dismayed by TV trickery when it didn't look the same on the inside.  And the day ended with me learning that two Corona's can cost you fourteen dollars in a bar.  "No, no.  I only want two Corona's."  She did not find that funny.

The first year had its ups and downs, I got engaged then ended it because I had to.  I got a bartending gig that will arguably go down as my best job ever.  I met and fell for a girl I would chase on and off again for the next seven years.  I somehow got the idea to try and open a bar with a few friends.  Although, truth be told, I was more of a tagalong in that adventure.

When writing this, I thought about taking a snippet from each year, the best and worst, or most interesting things, but that would take forever and we all know how long-winded I can be. I mean, look at that run-on sentence!  However after reading the first few paragraphs I don't think that will work.  So let me just tell you what New York means to me.


It is home.

I am a wanderer, I've always needed to explore and be an adventurer.  The City gives me that everyday.  Different neighborhoods every few blocks in every borough.  A stroll through the park tells a history and the neighborhoods a culture.  Little Italy, Little Brazil, Little China (all five of them), Little Turkey and numerous other pockets of immigrants offer a doorway to the world.

The people make the city and they've made my life here as well.  I've coached a roommate through early relationship woes and smiled later when they held their first child together.  When my first engagement fell apart, the entire reason I moved to NYC fell apart.  One of my friends I worked with found out, and found out that it was my birthday the same day.  After we finished bartending he took me out until the sun came up.  My friends picked me up when I fell.  The birth of Muay Thai in my soul.  I never expected to be able to have friends like I did in Minnesota but I've found many out here who've been there every time I wanted to quit.  They picked me up.

Seven years in the City have been good to me.  I have learned more than I ever imagined.  I've traveled and loved and experienced a life that is still shaping up to be the greatest adventure I'll ever tell.

 

 

You wanna make love to dis? Rawr!

Awwwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ladies!  I gots that milkshake that brings all the ladies to the yard.  It's cookies and cream.  Mmmm, you like that?  I put some whip cream and a cherry on it.  That get you going?  Wait, no.  Not to the door!  Baby don't leave me!!!  Wait while I put on my sexy music. And that's what this blog is actually about.  I think most of us usually do the deed without music.  Sometimes we put music on, but usually not.  And I got to thinking, what's on your booty playlist?

I'm not asking because I need ideas.  I mean, I need those too.  Really, I'm just curious as to what people get down to.  Some songs I've already crossed off, because they're too slow.  Maybe leading up to the sex but before foreplay.  Such as Turn Me On by Nora Jones.  Great song, has some good lovey dovey parts that will point a night in the right direction.  Not enough sex though.  So here's the list I have so far:

Nine Inch Nails - Closer.  No brainer here.  Has a good beat, somewhat up tempo.  Sexy lyrics, many girls have stripped to this song for their boyfriends and guys have wished and hoped their girlfriend would do the same.

Awolnation - Sail. Has a nice slow build, faster paced, lyrics come across as strong.  Something sexy about the song.

Bush - Mouth.  I mean, c'mon.  Even the band name and song title imply sex.  Again, slow build.  Sexy rolling beat, has a good pace to it, little rock and roll for your love life.

So far that's it.  I know I'm going to get reamed for missing some other easy ones, but I like this list already.  So what's your funky music white boy?