It's the little things

One of the funny things about moving to New York is that you suddenly find novelty again in the things that had once been mundane. For example, as a Manhattanite, there is hardly a treat in the world so great as riding in a car (cabs excluded) or taking a trip to Target. And so tonight, I have made plans to do one such activity. Yes ladies and gentlemen - tonight I will be dining at Applebee's!

Now, the important thing to understand here is that I don't even really LIKE Applebee's. I didn't like it when I lived in the south, and I don't particularly like it now. But for some reason, be it nostalgia or insanity, I am REALLY REALLY looking forward to spending my evening with a bunch of tourists, in Times Square, scarfing greasy french fries and Veggie Patch pizza at Applebee's. Like - full on PUMPED about it.

I think perhaps it is that same instinct that you may have had in High School. The one that tells you that it would be fun to sneak into the ball pit at McDonalds and play. On the one hand, it's a bit rebellious. There is something enticing about being somewhere you just aren't supposed to be. By the same token, however, you are getting to re-live that youthful fun, if only for a moment, without ruining your street cred.

So call me what you will. A rebel or a fool. Either way I plan to fully enjoy my trip back in time, and my $24.99 appetizer combo.