I spent last weekend in New York, with my awesome friend, Emerald. Here’s a long list of things for me to remember this:
- up at an ungodly hour
- werewolves outside the train station
- cafeteria + asia = fantastically clever name + plain pad thai
- post-its = e-mails
- seeing the statue of liberty from the ferry
- super wind
- being on the wrong side of the ferry on the way back
- whining for cookies and coffee
- chocolate cake, as the quintessence of exquisiteness
- Where is Maddox’s school?
- the Met for 25 cents
- mean lady taking a picture at the Egyptian temple
- crocodile
- this Egyptian squiggle is longer than that squiggle
- American Art is horrible and imperialist, apparently
- Washington crossing the Delaware kicks ass
- biting my tongue upon seeing a zombie jesus
- one-armed Mars(?), with a shitty interpretation
- puppy store. aww.
- Italian dinner, constant soft rock in the background
- Can I get a second water, please?
- waiting ridiculously long for subway trains to come
- hostel towels are grody
- wandering Times Square and not getting lost
- a buck for tea isn’t objectively that good a deal
- I’m standing outside your building, sipping tea
- puppy store again
- sitting on a park bench in Central Park, eating lunch, watching the little boats in the water
- the guy making balloon animals, next to us, with the constant stream of little children
- old guy playing sax and then accordion
- strolling through Central Park
- watching the people dance, after the cancer walk
- Someday, I’ll take six months to play Latin jazz
- a wonderful, striking image: so many picturesque trees, full trees, lining a path — unable to be caught on camera
- feeling the most relaxed I’ve been in sooo long
- did we really walk that far? feet starting to hurt
- Apple Store, those new iPod nanos with video are damn sexy, better than I expected
- very confusing elevator
- No Cinnabon, what?
- No cookie sundae, what?
- Top of the Rock
- breath-taking views
- Target Breezeway
- Central Park on one side, Empire State Building on the other
- Naked boys. Singing!
- Is that… Joan Rivers
- asian food, panang curry… mmm… didn’t taste the hint of Latin cuisine, though
- rushing back — geeze, we did a lot of standing and walking
- a group of kids outside the train station flashing their matching vampire teeth as I walk by… I smile
- Amtrak back, drifting in and out of sleep
That’s a lot of stuff, but I still probably forgot to write down a bunch.
My favorite weekend since river rafting, I think. All thanks to my gracious host in the city. Now I’m broke, haha.