If you are even a little bit claustrophobic, no amount of love for Christmas will make attending the tree lighting in Rockefeller Center anything less than a disastrously bad idea.
Seriously, people, my apartment is 15 minutes away from Rockefeller Center at your grandmother’s idea of a leisurely stroll. It just took me AN HOUR to get back. SIXTY. MINUTES. It would have taken longer except that an angel in the form of a cop took pity on me when she saw me crying.
I am so ready to get off this damn island.