Bun Boy Eats NYC – Not Without My Pizza

Not Without My Pizza

June 6, 2014 4:42 am

View from the High Line

Once I hit four weeks living in NYC, I adopted the mentality of Sally Field’s character in the brilliant buddy comedy, “Not Without My Daughter”.

I’m not talking about when she first realized she wasn’t leaving Iran, those were some dark times for ole Sally. I’m talking after she had been smacked around a bit and told to put on that burka and just make the best of it.

So, that’s what I did. I put on my burka and realized that I’d better make the best of my new homeland.

What a shame for me to have finally made my dream a reality and then to just waste it!

Crouched, quivering in a corner, hoping the time would fly by. Nibbling on my schwarma or falafel or whatever it was Sally survived on.

After my 5th week, I had an epiphany.

One afternoon, I decided to daydream a bit about what life would be like, right now, back in LA.

I imagined myself driving the same route to work, sitting at the same messy desk, performing the same mundane work tasks. I imagined sleeping in the same bedroom, walking down the same streets, wondering (for the thousandth time) where the hell I had parked my car.

I suddenly didn’t miss any of that! I was actually happy I lived here instead of there.

Finally! This was a big step. This meant I could actually enjoy the full immersion NYC life instead of wishing the time would fly and I could run back home like a little, ungrateful b*tch. Time flies fast enough. I’m going to blink and find myself installing handlebars in my shower. If I die in the tub, Lord help me, one of ya’ll better dress me and move me to the bed.

I want to live here long enough to have experienced a few sweltering, kill myself summers and ass cold winters. Long enough for me to have travelled to all those little destinations I hear about East Coasters “summering” at.

I want to instantly recognize an East Coast town or expression (and learn if it’s proper to capitalize East Coast).

Not sure what the hell a Schenectady is but I want to go there. Or eat it.

It took a very long time to do everything I wanted to in LA. It took me 14 years to get into that damned Magic Castle. Who knew nerdy magicians could be so exclusive and elitist?

My list for NYC shall be much shorter. While, I have no clue how long I’ll be living here, I can almost guarantee it won’t be half as long as LA (cut to 10 years from now, when I’m still here).

Which means, I have to make the most of every weekend.

Besides seeing the obligatory NYC landmarks and a few Broadway shows, my goal here is PIZZA. I want to try every significant slice. I think that’s reasonable. No pizza left behind. Not without my pizza. Sally Field would be proud. If her husband allowed it, I’m sure she’d give me a big hug. And then slip me a note to deliver to the US Embassy.

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