In a New York minute

No other city in the world can fit as much into 60 seconds as New York can. I had an epiphany about what it means when they say “in a New York minute” this summer when I was walking to meet up with my MBA classmates on a clear blue sunny sky day. By the time I reached the middle of the block it was hurricane winds and sheets of rain and I found myself against a wall with my umbrella barely protecting me from the chaos...and it happened in less than 60 seconds…

From July 2011

Classmates Jay, Sean and Nick had already made it to the restaraunt and had nowhere to hide...so unprofessional guys.

I think it’s appropriate to wrap up my summer and internship in New York in a series of memorable 60 second moments...

…frosting a cupcake at Mariana’s bridal shower…
...how long it took Didi to realize ("flight risk Erin") I had left the bar...
…time spent hair spraying my hair to brave the walk, metro, walk, metro, walk humidity on my way to work every day…
…time it would take me to pass the block-long Freedom Tower on my way to work…
…blending time for my favorite morning smoothie at a raw fruit smoothie cart: pineapple, mango, carrot…
…through security, hello to Wendy and her friend, elevator ride up to the 9th floor…
…time spent on a pit stop in the bathroom to fix the hair before going to my desk…
…regular tennis shoe-heel switch at the desk…
…setting up BAC MBA Summer Associate facebook page…
…length of q&a when John and I presented to our MSG division…
...length of time the camera was on me singing "Silly Love Songs" at the Glee concert...
…time to fax over the order for my bridesmaid’s dress!...
...length of a boss John Original, see blog story: John Originals…
...Jersey Boys song clip...
...time Neil was allotted for a warm-up sketch in drawing class…
...length of the Happy Birthday Didi song...
...time it took to miss the train to Bedford Hills...
…length of Brian Moyahan’s answer to Nick’s question at the intern round table…
…”Ohhhh say can you see!” song on the 4th of July watching Hudson River fireworks...
...a walk through flagship Anne Taylor, where Julia Roberts first worked...
...dads get drip coffees at Starbucks inside of Target Bedford Hills on my favorite Saturday with the fam...
...time it took for me to realize this wasn't a reflexology parlor...
...check-out time at Borders when I accidently bought three selfhelp books...
…from my bedroom to the high line (west side elevated walking path) entrance…
…decision to buy Freud’s last session tickets…
…bathroom break before Harry Potter started, for real, I am a record-speed bathroom go’er, roundtrip in 60 seconds, ask Didi…
..."work-to-club" wardrobe change in line at the Standard...
...watching a girl plow her way threw the crowd then slap her "I'm at home, honey" (ex)boyfriend...
…trivia game with bartender at Bin 14 in Hoboken…
…decision to get an impromptu foot massage (every day for 3 days in a row my last week of work)…
...from shower to new shoes! Roommate Jody surprised me with her very own Nina style shoes!...
...walk to the water from my Hoboken apartment...
…shoving the best (and last) chocolate, peanut butter cupcake in my mouth before heading out of Hoboken for California…