Last night, Jordan and I joined his family for dinner at a restaurant close to Times Square. In case you didn't know, Times Square on a Friday night is crazy town. Completely insane. Flashing lights, jam-packed sidewalks, and tourists. Tourists everywhere. We got off the subway in the very heart of Times Square and had to battle the crowds for the 6 blocks it took to get to the restaurant. We were bobbing and weaving our way through the onslaught, and Jordan overheard a woman say to her meandering husband, referring to us, "We walk like tourists. They walk like New Yorkers."
I'm going to say that makes it official. We're New Yorkers, everybody.
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