I have zero excuses for why it's been so long between posts. I just suck. But what finally made me get off my ass and write a post is that I had a weekend worth blogging about, a beautiful, monumental weekend for the ages.
(There are other things to catch up on: our discoveries in our new metro area of ATL, my trip to Spain with my Grandma, a weekend in New Orleans, our first trip back to San Diego, LIFE, etc. However, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of/up, the place that's A-number-1 top-of-the-list, the place that's bringing LCD Soundsystem down, was so great that it cannot wait.)
For Memorial Day Weekend, we decided to take advantage of our proximity and shared time zone and make a quick jaunt to New York. The last time I'd been was in my younger, wilder days, as evidenced by this vintage photo of me drinking much-needed Pedialyte at the New York Stock Exchange.
Over the next two nights, we would do our best to harken back to those wilder times.
We left on Saturday afternoon and arrived at our hotel, the Citizen M Times Square. The room was tiny but completely comfy and futuristic and felt appropriately urban.
The hotel had a rooftop bar, so that was the first place we headed, to have a drink as the sun started going down.
By chance, we discovered that Jason's cousins Kerry and Sarah were both in town, so they came from a hearty day of day-drinking to meet us. We drank some more and then realized that we were in desperate need of food. We wandered to Lillie's Victorian Bar to remedy that.
The interior was gorgeous yet kitschy. The staff was friendly and the drinks were voluminous.
The food was... something with which to fill our stomachs. Nothing special. (Pictured: "Lady Sandwich" with brie, apples, and kale.)
Once the basic human need for food was met, we headed to the East Village and got back to drinking. First stop: Otto's Shrunken Head, a tiki dive.
We felt like we had found "our people" in NYC. I mean, LOOK AT THIS GUY! LOOK AT HIS SHIRT!
At this point we were also joined by my wonderful high school friend Rachel, who took the subway from the depths of Brooklyn to join us. She got into the tiki spirit. LOOK AT THAT DRINK! (Things were very "LOOK AT THAT! ENTHUSIASM!" by this point.)
This is also where the photography ends for the night. We were living in the moment, man!
Rachel lead us to another dive she likes (Mona's), we wandered into another (B-Side), and then we had blintzes, pirogi, etc. at Veselka, New York's finest all-night Ukrainian diner, a place I had visited on my last wild trip to NYC.
We got back to our hotel sometime around 3:30 or 4 AM. For us, now accustomed to living in the boring suburbs of Georgia, this is the equivalent of staying up for like a week straight.
The next day we crawled out of bed at noon and took the subway to Brooklyn on a quest to try Grimaldi's Pizza.
There was a long line outside, which is usually enough of a factor to get me to NOPE away from somewhere. However, pizza. I persevered and we only had to wait about half an hour to be seated.
Uh, yeah, it was worth it.
Afterwards we walked back to Manhattan over the Brooklyn Bridge, an idea that kabillions of other tourists had on that lovely Spring afternoon.
Somehow we made it across without murdering anyone. I kept wondering, what would 1970s New York make of the scourge of selfie sticks? Some tourist would get a selfie stick shoved right up their ass for waving one around and clogging the sidewalk, I'm sure. Put that fact in the "con" column when weighing the pros and cons of today's gentrification.
When I saw this vending table of them on the other end, I almost upended it.
To be continued...