Ladies, Threats and Sex in the City

            I just turned 20 and wanted to have some fun and excitement celebrating. It turns out I got a little more excitement than what I wished for.
            My best friend Maria and I decided to celebrate by going into New York City. The two of us travel into the city every so often and while we are used to the chaos, traffic and sirens there were some things we were totally not expecting or prepared for.
            Like most young women we changed our outfits about 20 billion times and both decided on black dresses. Again like most young women, our parents gave us the speech: Don’t talk to strangers, don’t take drinks from boys you just met, carry your mace, etc.
            What our parents didn’t tell us was to arrive early for the train so we don’t miss it. That was the first part of the train catastrophe.
            We got to the train station about five minutes or so before it stopped. It was clear that those five minutes were not enough time to park and walk across the street.
            In our defense, though, the parking meter was confusing and wouldn’t take money. We spent about four minutes debating if we should just park and say screw it or what would happen if we got towed and a fine.
          So we missed our train.
            As we arrived 15 minutes early for the following train, it was then 30 minutes late. We were upset about sitting on a bench for 45 minutes.
            By the time we finally stepped onto our train, the ticket collector told us they were running late because at their last stop someone made a bomb threat.
            I just about swallowed my heart. It felt like maybe the big man upstairs was telling us not to go into the city that day.
            We finally reached the Big Apple around 5 p.m. and Penn Station was a madhouse. It was a Friday and men and women in their suits and dresses stomped around all over the place.
            Maria and I reached the exit and walked onto 7thand Fashion Avenue. At last we were here.
            Last winter Maria, our other friend Dani and I all visited the Museum of Sex. It was amazing and hilarious.
            I had to visit again for my 20th  birthday.
 The Museum of Sex was our first stop and I would recommend that place to anyone looking for a good time. Everyone from groups of friends to couples would have a great time and a memorable one at that.
            When you first walk in, you enter their store, which is filled with books, souvenirs and other somewhat naughty yet funny things. Downstairs is the museum.
            There were four different tours of the museum. Three of them were mainly photographs, art and history. The other attraction called “Funland” was carnival themed. It was awesome.
            Maria and I left the museum amused and ended my birthday night with drinks and dinner. Despite the disaster of getting into the city, it was definitely a good a start to my 20th year.

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