Sleep tight in New York City-you've got a different angel watching over you

Semi-daily I check the websites of note to see if there's an affordable flight to NYC. This conversation sprung from that habit.
"I had to admit I wouldn't be going to NYC anytime soon."
"Why would you go to New York. You should go to LA."
And, what? Yr not there. At least if I went to New York I could see the city at Christmas time."
"And where would you stay?"
"I dunno, at a hostel. I've had good luck with hostels."
"That is a recipe for becoming a prostitute."
I laughed. "What!?"
"You heard me. You do some crap like that the next thing you know you're a prostitute."
"Hostels aren't that expensive."
"Within 2 days you'd be whoring yourself. That just isn't an option I've ever heard of in New York City."
"How do you know? I'm industrious."
"You'd be listing the price of blow jobs."
"That is so tacky."
"And you would rue the day!"
"I was on my way to a master's degree! I had a good job as a paralegal! Then I went to New York City for Christmas break! And I became a whore!"
"Exactly."

Some of these days the Mummy and Daddy are going to ask me what I want for my birthday-I want Rosie paid off or my dryer paid for--stupid fuckin debt--but I tihnk I might just ask for a ticket to NYC for the weekend post finals. Not a wise desire but it would be fun.