If I make it here, I'll make it . . .

A few nights ago, I was heading home after a thing around 10 or 11pm. Had stopped at Starbucks for my fall must-have drink, pumpkin spice latte, and then decided to take the long route to the subway. As I'm wandering the streets, rocking out to my iBob, I'm contemplating life and how much I'm enjoying living in New York. It's not easy, but I love it and feel as though I'm succeeding, most of the time. I continue to mentally pat myself on the back for a few blocks until I accidentally squeeze my coffee and it squirts thru the lid right up my nose. I have to sputter and look like an idiot, trying to clean off the spill from this hot coffee up the nose and on my face, in front of a crowded restaurant. New York 1, Bonnie 0.