Anna and I flew into New York City last night. It was Anna’s first trip to the East Coast and NYC. This is my first time being in the city on my own and my first time staying in Manhattan. We dropped in on my sister Becky who is studying at NYU; she is the smart one in the family. After a cab ride over from La Guardia we were ready to party.

Upon arrival, I was forced to work on one of Becky’s disasters. Apparently she had dropped a razor into her toilet and soon forgot about it. When her roommate came home, she went to do her business and flushed the razor down the drain. So Bopper, Becky’s nickname, had a disaster on her hands. To make things worse, Bopper and her roommates were holding their first party ever in their apartment.

As the big brother I was asked to help. Here I am spending my first night in NYC and I am forced to kiss the porcelain throne. We tried a hangar and few other methods to either pull the razor out or move it through. After speaking with the all-wise Popo, I started to ask Becky where I could get a plumbing snake. Someone thought the building superintendent had one so we called him up. A few minutes later, the good Puerto Rican man was able to clear up the toilet. We all rejoiced.

I think the Becky’s lovely introduction to NYC made me remember my good old city friend, Oscar the Grouch. I don’t know what it was really; I just kind of woke up the grumpy monster today. I am just going to blame it on the fact that the city reminds of Oscar and the Sesame Street crew. It’s a good thing I was able to put Bob the Grouch back into the garbage can, he’s not much fun to be around. Heck, I don’t like being around him. Sometimes you just have those moments; it’s a good thing they are fleeting.