I got up quite early this morning, at 8:30, took a shower, ate my cheerios, and jumped into the car to NYC. We got in at about 11:15 and went straight to the Met. It met my lofty expectations. It was pretty massive, and I think I saw everything over the course of about two and a half hours. We went to the cafeteria there, and it was there I completed the greatest move of all time. Me and Fletcher both got Grilled Cheeses, and we rock paper scissored for first pick of sandwich. They were both on the same tray, and in those black tupperwares with the clear lids. He won the battle, and picked the one on the left. While in line, I flipped the tray so that he would take the wrong one (we both wanted the same one). He saw me, and called me out on it. I admitted to it, and we walked to an open table. On the way, I walked a little ahead, and flipped it again. he didn't notice. When we sat down, he took the one on the right, the one he didn't choose. I played it cool, knowing that I was on the cusp of victory. As soon as he took the first bite, I jumped up in celebration. I had won. After that, we hit up the Guggenheim. It kinda sucked. There was like one exhibit. And I love Frank Lloyd Wright too. We drove to the Financial District and walked around for a while. We had an early dinner reservation on the Seaport, so we hustled over there and made it just in time. It wasn't worth the incredibly high price. We walked to the Freedom Tower, the 9/11 memorial, and the Oracle before going home. I listened to 1989, then Folklore in the car. When we got back, I played 2k and listened to Evermore for an hour or so. Now I'm upstairs and blogging. I had like 18k steps, which was awesome. The song of the day is You Are In Love by Taylor Swift. 7.5/10. Eat fresh.
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