I've found that NYC has bipolar tendencies.

Sure, she can welcome you with open arms, but the moment you become just a little too comfortable she will laugh in your face and pull something shady.

Last night I was forcibly caught in nasty weather, it was the first day of Governors Ball and I spent the entire day in the rain. The journey from the ferry to the subway involved me trekking to the nearest stop while buckets of water came down, and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, a cab passed by and splashed my ass—TWICE.

This is the moment where you choose to either laugh or weep openly.

Luckily my good spirits are back, so I laughed.