I’m so lucky. I need to stress that. I am so incredibly lucky. My favorite musical of all time is Chicago. The plot line involves a prison full of women who are there because they murdered their significant others. As the musical unfolds, you watch as they build defenses based on lies and try to use the media to their advantage. I love the music, the storyline, Roxy Hart’s devious ways, and Velma Kelly’s attempts to maintain her fame. It’s sexy. It’s funny. And it’s even better live and on Broadway. My significant other might have had concerns about my complete adoration for a story
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An Open Letter to Boston, Massachusetts
Dear Boston To be honest, I have a bias towards you. I have family here so it always gives me warm feelings when I arrive within your city limits. Your city, while holding many monuments, is not a tribute to the past. It is an example of change, progressiveness and revolution. I found myself standing on history while feeling like history is still being made. It was a strange connection to the past and present that I cannot quite communicate in words. 2 hours later, enjoying a downpour! My boyfriend through gritted teeth was saying, “this is not the time
An Open Letter to New York City
Dear New York City, My first impression of you was that you were exactly like the movies said you were: full of loud people who communicated by yelling and honking at each other. You also had beautiful people with all the designer brands on their arm and were the center of the universe. But, that’s only the surface. You’re not any of that really. You’re more of a surprise than an expectation. I will say you’re city stinks. No, it literally reeks of horse manure and piss. Then again, your public restrooms actually had urine on the floors. I guess
An Open Letter to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
Dear Rehoboth Beach, Thank you for being defiant and proving the forecast wrong. I wanted a day at the beach and that is exactly what I got. Not one lick of thunder! Thank god! Furthermore, YOU HAD A BREEZE to go with your heat. You still burned me despite reapplying my sunscreen twice in a four hour timespan which just seems wicked of you… but I get it. You’re the beach and I’m sickly white. It wouldn’t be right if I left with a tan. By the way, you look like a town from another era that ignored all the