Although as a Boston resident and New Englander, I’m contractually obligated from birth to root for the downfall of the Yankees, I really love visiting New York City.
Mostly, I stick to Manhattan and Coney Island (Mermaid Parade, anyone?), so when my friend got us tickets to see The Postal Service at Barclay’s Center in Brooklyn, I was pretty psyched. I had a great time in NYC, but full disclosure: A LOT went wrong (I’m a disaster magnet)- from me forgetting my phone on the way to the train station at 5:15 a.m. to breaking various things, including my ass (ok, tailbone, but let’s call a spade a spade). At one point, I said, “Screw it. I’m going to just enjoy the good stuff, because what the hell else am I going to do?”
I figured I’d give you a little peek at exactly how the weekend went. I give you….(dramatic pause)….my travel [b]log.
Start packing to head to friend’s (Melissa’s) house, realize iPad is missing. Have complete and total meltdown, head back to office at 10:30 p.m. in pouring rain, search in vain. In midst of ensuing pity-fest when “Find my iPad” refuses to work, allow Melissa’s boyfriend to lure me to their place, with promise of wine.
In taxi realize forgot cell phone. Cab turns around, tacking four bucks on meter. Taxi driver most certainly going for world record in slow taxi driving.
6 a.m. bus finally starts boarding. OUTLET WORKS- HOORAY! Seatmate questionable smelling- BOO!
Read trashy books on Kindle entire bus ride- can feel brain cells dying. Four hour ride turns into six. However, THIS bus doesn’t catch fire, like the last time I came to NYC in June.
Camp out at friend’s in Manhattan and call nine different stores asking if they have iPad to no avail. Want to go back to Boston to throttle idiot at Lucky Brand, who said, ”YES…unfortunately, we DON’T have an iPad.”
1:30 p.m.-3:30 pm
Walk mile and a half to MoMA. Finally, things looking up. Pay 25 bucks and let MoMA soothe me.
Take particular interest in this painting, as it seems an accurate summary:
Enjoy some other faves:
(To browse check out this link to the ENTIRE amazing collection.) I’m a wimp and don’t want to get a license infringement notice, so you’ll have to settle for these and this link.
Meet back up with Melissa and walk mile and a half back to friend’s apartment. Get scathing looks/comments for suggesting it was just around the corner. Apparently, “just around the corner and a mile and a half away” would have been more accurate. (SORRY, M!)
Stop at gluten-free bakery for Melissa to soften her up.
Leave Manhattan for Brooklyn. Caught in torrential downpour. Have worst fall of life walking into subway (and I was a figure skater and I’m a crazy skier), humiliate self. Take five minutes to stand up without throwing up or passing out. Determine will live and can remember vital details about self. Gingerly make way to Brooklyn and Hotel Indigo.
Settle in at Hotel- which is fabulous.
Attempt to do yoga to stretch back. Catch view of ass in full length mirror in Downward dog. Cringe. Passive aggressively banter about what to do for dinner before show. Finally decide to wing it.
Realize will miss opening act, decide to get good dinner instead. End up at Turkish place with vegan/veg/gluten free options for everyone. Eat best falafel of life. Things DEFINITELY looking up. Told by waiter, “I will never forget you.” Melissa retorts: “She gets that a lot.” Unsure if this is a compliment.
8:50 p.m. -10:30 p.m.
Barclay’s for The Postal Service Concert! Take seats with view of Ben Gibbard’s backside. No one complains. General agreement that NY show was 98697687687 times better than Boston.
Target trip for Aleve- starting to really feel that fall in an unpleasant way. Luckily, store closing, only buy Aleve and not useless crap. Walk back towards hotel and take in a few sights. Melissa in instagram heaven.
Hit neighborhood “hip” bar. Highly suspicious when bartender has no idea what a whiskey smash is. End up with decent drink and people watch. Conclude that I could show up dressed like a cross between Katy Perry and Liberace and no one would bat an eye. (P.S. If anyone knows an app that could create this image, do let me know.)
Bed! Take several aleve in the hopes will be able to move in morning. Not optimistic.
Schlep creaking body into scalding shower, emerge somewhat more mobile. Pop more Aleve. Discover gold earring fell out of ear at some point. Cannot locate. Still beat Melissa in the getting ready to go game.
Check out of hotel, leave name in case earring located. Not optimistic. Head to Union Square/14th Street for Farmer’s Market. Have best apple juice of my life and strawberries so ripe could smell them before spotted them.
Revel in nerdiness and hit “The Strand.” Predictably, purchase tote bag designed by Kate Spade and book of short stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald (“Flapper and Philosophers”).
Head to Central Park. Miscalculate distance. FINALLY get to Sheep’s Meadow. Lots of picture taking ensues.
To end photo shoot, do best impression of a Sears Portrait Studio Glamour shot:
Resolve to get a little sun.
Head to Penn Station at mercy of kamikaze cab driver. Emerge relatively unscathed after harrowing trip through Times Square.
Somehow, I made it through the weekend- I was still in one piece, I managed to have a great time, and that, as they say, was that. A four hour train ride, plenty of pineapple (and dirty jokes), and we were home, sweet home. I hope your weekend was as zany and fun as mine!