So, I'm trying to pack for NYC, and I'm screwed. I have 4 pairs of boots, 5 pairs of heels, 3 pairs of flats, and a pair of gym shoes just in terms of footwear. Who do I think I am? I figure though, I need my high-heeled black boots because it's obviously a professional's wardrobe staple, along with my black platform closed-toe pumps. But do I really think I'm going to make an impression at Teen Vogue by switching between two pairs of suede black platforms each day? No. So I have my brown flat riding boots to achieve more casual looks some days, plus just exploring the city in general calls for something that isn't in the 5-inch heels family. Those definitely make the cut. The 3rd pair of boots are a dusty olive green high-heeled pair. While that sounds weird/gross, they're not. I don't buy ugly shoes. And I mean, I could leave those behind and all, but what if I wear something that can't be worn with black, but the situation calls for heels? And it's snowing? I can't wear the black boots or the flat brown ones, so I have the olive green heeled ones!
I'm aware I have a problem. I didn't even bother justifying my heel choices because it gets very debatable, and then I'll start second guessing the fact that I left my grey ankle-strap peeptoes in Champaign. Won't even go there. Picking out nail polish colors among my 50 selections was even worse, especially since I can't bring that many because they'll probably break all over my shoes, thus ruining everything with one little OPI bottle. I settled for a greige Revlon shade (so professional, obvs), OPI Lincoln Park After Dark (aka dark plum), and OPI Sparkle-licious (NYE, duh.)
I'm just really nervous at this point. Not only do I have to check into a hotel in Chelsea until Wednesday because I can't move into NYU girl's place in the West Village until she's done with finals, but I'm dreading my first day. Bree's all set with her paperwork with Lucky and is ready to gain access to the Conde Nast building, but I'll be there with my ID and letter saying "yeah, Renee can get college credit for this internship" expecting to waltz on into Teen Vogue no questions asked. Plus, I just hate first days. You never know what you're doing, you usually stand out (and not necessarily in a good way) because you don't know exactly what the dress code really is, and yeah first days just blow.
I get there Sunday and plan to roam around, hopefully go to the Rockefeller Center to see the tree and ice skate and whatever other Christmas-y things you can do in NYC, at least for free/cheap since I'm going there dirt poor, fun!!! I hope Bree and I can find our favorite Mexican bartender who looks like Nole Marin from America's Next Top Model, I think his name was Juan? who gives us free martinis at happy hour.
