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So, I am late to the party, but I finally found Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on Netflix sort of by accident/on purpose after I saw my blogger friend, Erica, post about a travel experience inspired by the show after winning a contest.
Another friend, Rachee, posted a shirt with the saying, “Pinot Noir, Caviar” on it, and I felt as if Luann from RHONY was standing over my shoulder muttering “don’t be all, like, uncool” because I had no idea what the saying on that shirt meant. With a trip to NYC on the horizon, I decided to give the show a try and was determined to figure out how Pinot Noir and caviar were related. (Spoiler alert: It is a reference to a really catchy song written and sung by Titus, lead character Kimmy’s roommate and patient confidant).
It took me about 3 minutes into the show (after hearing this crazy creative theme song) to fall in love with the series:
Since my husband was out of town, I binged the ENTIRE series in 2 nights – and left feeling warm, humored, and on the edge of my seat for more. Two days later, I embarked on my first NYC adventure in 10+ years with a Titus of my own, the savvy and spunky Sarah from Finnegan and the Hughes.
We headed to NYC last week for events at Blogger Bash, Kids Headquarters, and Raymour and Flanigan (more to come on that later). Sarah lived in the city for years, and was my very own Titus. I, on the other hand, felt like a toddler.
I live in what I call the suburbs. You might more accurately characterize it as suburban-rural, but I am clinging to the straight up suburban title. Ignore the chickens across the street (which I am secretly jealous of and sort of want a flock of my own). New York, on the other hand, seems so fast, so alive, so alien. I might as well be a mole woman when visiting NYC.
We saw kids at Chelsea Piers enrolled at camp and jogging up and down the fire escapes as an outdoor activity. To me this was as alien as my preschooler driving his own car. Probably totally normal for a regular, sophisticated NYC kid, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening around me.
We saw lots of really gorgeous, fancy ladies walking the streets, often accompanied by fancy dogs with fancy hairdos. Last year the dogs in my neighborhood all got mange (blame it on the fox). Pretty sure that is not a fancy dog problem.
Sarah easily gestured over to the water (what body of water, I have no idea) while weaving through more cars than I have seen in probably 6 years, and said, “You should take your kids to go see the Intrepid.” First thought: Why does she want me to go see a Dodge Intrepid? Second thought: Why is she looking at me like I have 4 heads. Third thought: She is looking at me like I have 4 heads because I have never heard of the USS Intrepid.
I might not understand New York, but I sure can appreciate her. Want your own taste of what happens when a small town girl gets kidnapped by an Apocalyptic cult and then emerges (as a “mole woman”) to the real world 15 years later to settle in NYC? Yep, I am pretty sure you don’t want to miss Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on Netflix.