Welcome to Less Is More the personal blog of a digital advertising connoisseur, media man, skier, somewhat avid cyclist, foodie, wine lover, car & history buff. Questions?

 

Nothing is more humbling than getting lost in a city you think you know inside out. Maybe it was the late night, the 3am work emails, or tears running down my cheeks, but I was as lost as I ever was this morning mentally and physically.  I stopped, took a deep breath and realized that even though I am indian I have never eaten true Jackson Heights indian food. Right then and there I got off the train and gave up on my Hudson -like attempt to navigate the outer boroughs of the MTA.  
After a full meal and a charged iphone I put myself together and took over the day. Moral of the story, bring tums to Jackson Heights.

Nothing is more humbling than getting lost in a city you think you know inside out. Maybe it was the late night, the 3am work emails, or tears running down my cheeks, but I was as lost as I ever was this morning mentally and physically.  I stopped, took a deep breath and realized that even though I am indian I have never eaten true Jackson Heights indian food. Right then and there I got off the train and gave up on my Hudson -like attempt to navigate the outer boroughs of the MTA.  

After a full meal and a charged iphone I put myself together and took over the day. Moral of the story, bring tums to Jackson Heights.

Hurricane Son.

My weekend plans in LES

1- Make sure pedro the cat is safe.

2- Watch “Me Myself & Irene”

3- Drink Hurricane 40’s and eat crackers until Monday 9am.

4- Swim in subway to work on Monday

Why take the express train when you can see pole dancing workers on the local train?