Squeeze Me, Stomp Me, Make Me Wine!

There are two main reason's why I love New York City:

1) There's always something fun and exciting to do.
2) There are enough crazy and colorful people here that no matter how much of a fool I make of myself, nobody even bats an eye.

This weekend was no exception. My roommate and I entered the Great Urban Race, which is essentially a giant scavenger hunt around the city... in costume. Oh yes.

My roommate and I had our own mini-scavenger week the week prior to the race to find a suitable costume that would be funny, practical, comfortable, keep us cool in the heat, and maybe, if possible... a little sexy. We tried to think of a team name that would be a reflection of us... who were we? what were we good at?

We decided that out team would be 'Squeeze Me, Stomp Me, Make Me Wine" and we would dress up like Grecian Goddesses of Wine.

Who are you calling a lush?

We donned white robes, tied with gold rope and hung little bunches of plastic grapes all over. We spraypainted plastic goblets into golden chalices and adorned our hair with a wreath of golden leaves. As a final touch, we added 'Hello my name is...' badges with our characters, Chardonnay and Cabernet.

It was awesome!

So starting at noon on Saturday, we started running frantically around the city we both call home. There were twelve clues that took us from the West side to Midtown to Chelsea to the Upper East Side. We got tripped up on one of the clues but otherwise I think we hustled pretty well through the city. The only thing that really slowed us down were the subways which were running soooooo slooooowww (and the fiasco of the R train that ended up on the F line.. wtf?)

We finished the race at 3 hours and 40 minutes (there's five hours alotted total), and even though we definately didn't even come close to placing out of the 550 teams that entered the race, we had a great time and I'm damn proud of how well we did.

I mean, I fucking ran. Do you know how big that is? Epic. I hate running.
There's no reason to run unless you're being chased.


Our costumes were a big hit! I loved how so many people wanted to get photographs of us, and how everyone in Times Square were so bewildered "is there a show being filmed?" "Is this a reality stunt?" "I think there's some kind of marathon going on." and the classic "I love New York!" People who saw us coming cheered us on, and the non-participants at the places we were directed to loved that they had unwittingly stumbled across another crazy NY event.

After it was over, we drank and laughed and congradulated ourselves on not killing eachother during the race (I told her how much I hated her about 400 times that day).

This morning, I woke up with a massive hangover, and was more sore than if I had been having wild monkey sex all weekend (probably burned the same amount of calories though).

I can't wait to see if we come up on google. Haha!


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