I love taxis. They're so easy. Piece of cake.
Ben and I take the bus or subway everywhere - when we go out at night, on the weekends, to work. Not very sexy.
But, when friends visit or when we celebrate a special occasion, we hop in a taxi and zoom all over town. A taxi ride basically means: a temperature regulated motor vehicle, perfectly coiffed hair upon arrival, and a decrease in overall travel time. The stress of getting somewhere is virtually eliminated.
Oh, and I always feel very Carrie Bradshaw when hailing one from the curb in heels. What can I say? It’s a girl thing.
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I'm a young professional with relatively new jobs, a not-so-new newlywed, and a transplant to New York City. If you've ever been married, moved to New York City, or can faintly recall either - then maybe this blog will resurface a few nostalgic memories.
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