New York, I love you but you're bringing me down.

For the first time in my life I didn't really enjoy my visit to the city. I don't know if it was the frigid air, lack of available taxis, strange assortment of people I was with, the high prices of everything, and just a (recent) general distaste for that whole scene -- but I had such a wrenching feeling in my gut about it all that I packed up and split to go home this afternoon, not without paying a $15 surcharge to leave today instead of tomorrow like my bus ticket proved I had originally planned. In a very crowded bus that wreaked of hot wings and hair grease, I curled up and patiently awaited my arrival in Atlantic City. The woman from Queens who sat next to me was fidgety as all hell but nice enough, and In Rainbows made the ride a little better. Other than two wonderful meals, one at Bread and the other at Westville, I think I'll stay put for a while.