I was listening to this song the first time I visited New York City. My roommate and I had met some people online - a gay couple about 20 years our senior - and asked if we could stay with them for a week. They accepted and they gave us a key while they were spending a few days in Fire Island. So much trust between strangers. We just came and went as we pleased from their Astoria home.
While we were there, we met up with a friend of ours, Karen, who was working at Vimeo for the summer at an apartment with a bunch of Vimeo staff. Karen and I held hands under a blanket while we all watched Rushmore. Karen introduced me to some great bands, most notably The Microphones. I had a crush on Karen and Karen loved dinosaurs.
While we were in NYC, we also bought dinner for Riese and Alex of Autostraddle. My roommate had wanted to interview them for an (unrealized) project. I held the camera while my roommate asked them questions. They were shrouded in darkness the entire interview, but I was too anxious to say anything.
I have so many stories of that single trip to NYC — some good, some bad, all memorable.