New York Vacation

Heather says it means I’m going to die.

New York Vacation

After the elephant eating contest on July 3 I met up with Jamie and Sadie and Carrie who run a site called HungrySisters and are also competitive eating fans. We went to Nathan’s for lunch and then I watched as they rode the Cyclone. I had my camera so I couldn’t risk getting on with it…Yeah, that can be my excuse 😉

The beach at Coney Island in New York.

Eating at Nathan's Famous on Coney Island.

The Cyclone on Coney Island.

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Afterwards, I took the subway back towards the hotel but got off at Bryant Park to walk around and then took a lazy stroll home through Times Square. Do they let cars into Times Square anymore? Everyone was just sitting in the streets.

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Bryant Park in New York City.

Carousel at Bryant Park in New York City.

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Then I crashed for a while, took an impromptu walk through Central Park, then grabbed some Chinese takeout. While waiting, some of the kitchen staff got in a big fight. I don’t know what it was about because they were fighting in Chinese. I still got my food though. So all was OK.

Chinese Take Out in New York.

I took my takeout back to my room. I am never in a big hurry to be a tourist in New York because I have been there before and know I will be again. Plus I was pretty worn out. Plus I knew I had a long day ahead at the hot dog eating contest the next day. Plus I was paying an arm and a leg for the hotel room so I wanted to take full advantage. The shrimp was delicious because it was full shrimp with just a light breading. I am so used to Chinese shrimps being tiny and all breading. It was delicious.


But my fortune cookie was empty. I was sad.

Heather says it means I’m going to die.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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