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Friday was a relatively late start. Got up, had my breakfast. I forgot to put my 'do-not-disturb' sign on my door, so there was an awkward moment where I finished my breakfast before room service was finished with my room. And with the narrow hallways of the place, I really couldnt get in until they were done.

Got my stuff, and got ready to visit the Ed Sullivan theatre, and hoping for a chance to at least get in on, if not get on, The Late Show with David Letterman. Letterman had always been my favorite late night talk show. Leno was always such a friggin inoffensive pussy, and Conan was annoying, and, well, just not funny unless he had Andy Richter to cover his ass. Ok, well, Colin Ferguson is good too, but I dont quite have the history with him that I do with ol' Dave. I plotted out the journey on the map, got off on the right subway exit, walked a few blocks, only to find THIS.


This would probably have to be my only real disappointment in the visit. But that couldnt mean that I couldnt have a good lunch though. I stopped in at that Deli next door to the theatre, that is often seen on the show. It was a very, tiny place (but then again, in NY, ALL such places are small. And yes, I did get to see the Korean guy from the show, too. I was waaaay too shy to gush over him like a typical star-struck tourist asshole, but I was excited to have my order taken by the real guy. All the sandwiches were named after people frmo the late show and reoccuring guests (The Letterman, the Paul Schaeffer, the Regis Philbin, the Tony Randal, etc). The guy was really friendly, and the food, while not gourmet, was still good. And, aside from club night, he was probably the most famous person I got to meet while there. I sat in the deli to eat, and listned in on him and two wall-street-types talk stocks and etc, then went on my way.

Saw this, just across the corner from Dave's place.

A great little example of the stereotypical seedier side of NY.

So, not being able to get to see Dave, I decided to hit Rockefeller Plaza, another symbolic centerpiece of New York. I got off at the subway exit just below the place. And at that point, I really needed to use the restroom. And at that point, I began to learn just how hard it was to find a restroom (or a public one, anyway) in the city. Eventualy, after more walking that I should have done, I found one. I was surprised to find Rockefeller Plaza, or at least the 1st floor anyway, to be more like a mini-mall than anything else... kinda like a much more upscale version of kansas city's Crown Center. I decided to indulge at a Ben and Jerry's shop, then have a look outside. Of course, being well into April, there was no ice skating rink. But the gold statue was there. And just the landscaping and design of it all, I found to be just simply amazing. Going through the main interance, it was just a typical office building (well, not so typical really, given that it was supposed to be NBC's world headquarters. And the fact that the place looked to be a giant church, devoted to the worship of Art-Deco. The hallway was lined with beautiful murals, and all sorts of uniformed security types, dressed up like 1930s doormen. I looked into getting a tour of the studios. They were sold out up to 6pm. So, with 6 hours or so to kill, I decided to go next door, to Radio City Music Hall. They were having tours too, but only an hour waiting period. So, still having a little bit of time to kill, I explored the block. There was a grand cathedral across the way, a stunning statue of Atlas across from it, and the the statue of liberty aliens again... The lobbies itself wasnt too remarkable. Granted, they were marvels in the science of interior design, I found it much like kansas city's Midland Theatre. At least until I got to see the stage. Seldom have I seen such a sight. Ill let the picture speak for itself

There was ALOT of stair climing throughout the tour, which made it hard, and taxing, to keep up. There was also a short film about the music hall, and an interview with a 'real' Rockette... which really wasnt all that impressive... I didnt think she was THAT good looking, but the outfit looked cool, and she was very friendly, giving a brief lecture on the history of the Rockettes, and posed for pictures. Appearantly, we all just missed Oprah Winfrey by just minutes. I can live with that.

The tour over, and still having time to kill, I took the subway down to City Hall Park. It was a good chance to take a break. It was also the 1st, and only time, I saw Squirrels in the city. The place had a real aged beauty to it. Like all parks in the city, it really was a refuge of peace and quiet from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the city. Took a walk around for a bit, took some pics. Brooklyn Bridge was not far from the park. It was actualy alot closed than it was at the stop I got off on tuesday when I wanted to look at it, proving that hindsight is 20/20, AND that maps are not always drawn to scale. I was tempted to walk it, but, with the time that I had to work with, and the energy that I had, I only made it about 1/5 of the way, if that. I bought a 3.00 can of pop from a street vender. He generously offered a straw. And I told him if I was going to spend that munch money on it, I might as well get the most out of my money that I could, and I got a laugh out of him.

It was time to get back to Rockefeller Plaza for the tour. It was a bit of a wait in line, then it was into this dome-thing for a introductory video, and a review of security, which i thought was a bit strict really. No phones, no weapons, no cameras, no food or water, and no restrooms period. If you were caught with recording materia, it was confiscated permantly. If you were caught with a weapon, it would be returned at the end of the tour. o_O.
We took an elevator trip to the next floor, and the tour guide pointed out a picture of the original SNL cast, and challanged the group to name them all. Which everone did (although no one except me knew who Garrett Morris (aka "The Black One") was (but, to be fair, he's the one out of the entire 1st cast who had the smallest-profile post-SNL carreer that didnt die of cancer). And then, the tour guide pointed out the portrate of the current cast next to the orignal cast portrate, and again challenged the group to name all the cast. No one knew ANYBODY. Which I suppose stands as a testimate to the current quality of the not-quite-ready-for-SNL-players. Then, we went to the viewing booth for stage rehersal. I was overwhelemed by just how SMALL the damned set for SNL was. You would never have known just from watching the show. Ive seen high school auditoriums larger in size. Which didnt make me surpised to learn that the waiting list for tickets to the show were over 15 years long, and the 1st-come-1st-serve method had long since been abandoned in favour of the lottery system for giving out tickets... and even then that was a once in a lifetime chance. I did spy Maya Rudolph, Amy Pohler, Anna Ghastyer, and Rachael Dratch on stage. Sorry kids, no Betty White though.

Then, it was a look at the SNL make up processess, a look at NBC's national control room, then a photo op at the old NBC news desk, and that's it. Tours over. A bit underwhelming, I thought. But then again, NBC does have a rich history of underwhelment...

Having bought a trip to the GE building's balcony along with the tour ticket, that was the next stop. The line was a bit long for that one also, but along the length of the line was a somewhat interesting exhibit on John Rockerfeller Jr. The balcony was a bit crowded... but, at sunset, the view was AMAZING... actualy better than that of the Empire State Building. Becuase not only could I see just about everything, but I could also see everything light up as the sun went down. The Empire State Building. Times Square. The Chrysler Building. Cnetral Park. Even the statue of liberty. And with the weather being what it was, I couldnt have asked for a better experience.

The night was wearing on, but I still had so much energy. So there was only one place I could think of to go: Back to Times Square. Seeing it in daytime was NOTHING compared to seeing it lit up at night. It was amazing. Simply amazing. City lights everywhere. People all about, all types. There were even evangelist whackos out and about. Including this really old and stingy looking old lady handing out church pamphlets, and shot me a very dirty look when I took out my camera for a picture. And yeah, bums in New York City are verrrrry camera shy for some reason....

It really was a good feeling and vibe all througout the place. Yes, it was corporate mickey-mouse type shit. But really, it was a relaxed, laid back, fun atmosphere. Like everyone was really welcome, and, for the most part, everyone was there to have a good time. And I think that its good to have a place like that, just like its good to have underground, subcultured and exclusive places as well, if nothing else than to maintain a balance. With so much about me, and not sure how much money I had to my name, and not having enough energy to walk around too much, all I could do was just take a seat on the plaza patio, and just soak it all in. It was perfect, just absolutely perfect. I could ill-remember the last time I felt at such peace. My only (other) regret, is that it couldnt last forever.

Evently, I had to journey back to home base. I stopped off at the times square walgreens (a walgreens in times square?!?), took in a brief music show in the subway station, and headed back. There was an art student drawing portrates of subway folk, and with mothers day around the corner, I took him up on his offer for portrates for tips so I could get my grandmother something. The portrate, while not flattering, wasnt lacking in talent in merit, and was pretty damned good in terms of skill. I couldnt stand to look at it, but my grandmother really liked it.

There was only one more day left. More or less, I got to see everything I wanted to see at that point.

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There was a small amout of rain as I left grand central/chrysler exit of the metro. I didnt really bother to visit much of the Chrysler Building. Despite how nice it all looks, Ive always thought of it as sloppy seconds to the empire state building, and to visit it, would be a slight to the Empire State Building. But it was nice to at least walk around the subway lobby.

The 1st stop of the day was the United Nations Headquarters. I wanted to visit that place, not only because of the history past and presant of the place, but also because of my love for 1950s style. And the place certainly did not disappoint. Securety was surprisingly light (or, at least light compared to the statue of liberty. Then again, there was no real lines to speak of there either.). There were only guided tours past the lobby, and the next one wasnt for another hour or so, so it gave me time to rest the feet a little bit, and also take in the lobby exhibit, being the history of Nuculear weapons development, and UN involvement in their disarmament. The archetecture and style of the place had an absolutely marvelous 1950s anachronism and style to it... kinda like visiting your grandparent's house.

The guided tour was entertaining enough. A pleasant korean guy, who managed to keep the tour somewhat fun and interesting. There were several exhibits about the UN's role in the modern world, the exact meaning and legal roll of "peace-keeping forces", and several artifacts from Hiroshima (Atomic Weapons seem to be the theme of the month at the place.) There was this Dutch tourist guy who was more of a triggerhappy shutterbug than I was being (and on an interesting note, I ran into the same guy the following saturday at Central Park.). We even got to go into the grand assembly room, just as they were wrapping up a session commemorating the anniversary of the founding of the UN. And speaking of which, being in New York, it seemed like I was just missing all sorts of major events and going ons. I just missed the halariously backfired time square bombing event. I missed an appearance at the UN of everyone's favorite jack-assed world leader mohammed whats-his-name from Iran. I missed Lawrence Taylor's jailbait arrest. and later on in the week I missed a 2nd evacuation of times square. I missed out on a ferry crash at staten island. and I missed out on Oprah's big anniversary special at Radio City Music Hall, just by mere moments. Im sure Ill live, but it was an experience, just missing these things by only minutes.

The UN had also on display throughout the building all sorts of gifts from all the nations of the world. Even the sourpusses from Iran had some tapestry portrates of past UN leaders on display. It was interesting to see how each "gift" was reflective of each nations culture, and how even the most negative of nations (except maybe north korea) can still at least pretend to come together and get along.

Next, was a walk back to Grand Central Station. Along the way, I stopped in at a pizza place, right across the street from this daytime cooking show... Racheal Ray something? Anyway, I had to get some real pizza before I left NY (Lombardi's while good, didnt really count in that it was a calzone and not a pizza slice). This was topped with bits of fried chicken, and was amazing. Best food I had in NY up to this point.

Next, it was off to Wall Street. How do you get to Broadway? Practice! How do you get to Wall Street? Buy and Sell! Wall Street was really more of Wall Alley. A very narrow walkway, like the kind you would find in old european cities. At the head of the street was a grand cathedral. Another place where history is and has been made, this place had a feeling of old history to it as well. I was hoping to actualy be able to go in to and see the trading room floor (and maybe cause some financial mischief by shouting random things), but sadly it was closed to the public. And apperantly, there was all sorts of economic happenings going on as I was there... something involving Greece I believe. And across from the grand building of the New York Stock exchange, was Federal Hall... or more accurately, the Federal Customs Building built on the site of what was once Federal Hall. The place where George Washington took the 1st presidental oath of office, the 1st white house of the USA. and the 1st federal seat of power and where the bill of rights was signed into law. Another site of important history. The building itself, while grand, was empty and didnt really have alot of exhibits on display, or at least nothing I didnt already see at the National Archives in Washington DC. I took a walk down the rest of Wall Street and stopped in a nice indoor public lobby for a rest, to check up on email, and to decide on what to do next. And, I decided, it was time to invade Times Square

At this point, if I havnt already mentioned, I began to learn, and fall in love with, the fact that with the New York Subway, every stop was like entering into a whole new world, each one completely different from the last. And in some cases, a radical departure. And yes, many of the stops did leave me breathless and in wonder. And this one really took the cake, so to speak. NEVER, have I seen so many people all in one place, and at constant motion. And never have I seen so many billboards and advertisements.... not even in Hollywood. It was like being in the middle of the most alive place on earth. And there were many places in the area that didnt seem to fit in. Like a Toys R Us... with a Ferris Wheel inside. A goddamned Ferris Wheel.... And there was a Wal- Greens right in the middle of it. And of course, there were the people on the streets.... people standing about, passing out tickets, sometimes even for free, begging people to show up at their comedy show. There was even an off broadway bodybuilder star, giving a "free preview", so to speak, of what one might expect at the show. So many places to see.... so little money. I really did want to see a broadway play. I mean, what else is there to do on Broadway? Execpt maybe a sleazy genuine NY sex shop (which really, hasnt been in NY since at least the 80s, right?), but then again, everyone knows that that is not my thing. There was a production of The Addams Family, starring Nathan Laine and the mad-hawt Bebe Neuwirth. However, seats where One Hundred and Thirty Five Goddamn Dollars! And these were in the rear! Of course, there was standing room for 20.00, but honestly, in the condition my feet were in, there was no way in hell that I could have stood in one place for that long of a time. So yes, heartbroken as I was, no broadway play, no addams family, and no bebe neuwirth. So, it was off to the Ripley's Odditorium. It was next door to a celebrity wax museum, and while I was tempted to stop in, what with the "Beat-it" Michael Jackson impersonator giving a fine show on the sidewalk, I was of the impression that wax museums are boring. But then again, that was before I saw THIS

And to think I probably missed out on this... sigh...

As for Ripley's, it was good enough. My feet were in hell by this point... and it really didnt have anything I didnt already see at the last Ripley's Odditorium in Saint Augustine, but it was a fine experience nontheless.

With that done, it was time for food. I could have eaten at THE McDonalds, the most corporate food place in the most corporate place in the world, BUT, I found a place even more gaudy: Planet Hollywood. Yes, it was a chain, but since there are no Planet Hollywood places in Kansas City, and this was Planet Hollywood in TIMES SQUARE, Im still counting this as not being a eating experience at a chain place. I thought it was fun enough. The food was good... not gourmet of course, but good enough for the money. There was a V-J there, playing typical Mc-DJ party music. No celebrities, but lotsa memorbilia on display. I enjoyed it.

On the way back, I began to see THESE things coming out of the woodwork... People, dressing up in clearly poor and 2nd hand cartoon character costumes... and asking money for pictures with tourists... And the Obama Condom people were back. And there were from udnerground rappers who managed to somehow sell me their demo. I didnt see the fabled "Naked Cowboy", but there were still pleanty of characters to be seen.

So, it was back to the hotel for some rest. In my time at the place, I began to become reaquainted with television. Some notable programs throughout the week were the 1st Shrek film (which I ended up liking far more than I thought I was), The Dark Knight (a pleasant surprise), and, well mostly, it was Cartoon Network. Yes, its becoming too polluted with non-animated programing for my tastes, and even the programming that IS animated is watered-down corporate american-ized anime. BUT, there were some programs that I really got hooked on, such as Chowder, Adventure Time, and the Misadventures of Flap-Jack show.

Getting rested up enough, and getting some confidence in me, and not wanting a repeat of last night's parking fiasco, I thought it was time to brave the after dark streets of NYC on foot. I had my path plotted out well enough, knowing exactly where to go, and more or less where the corresponding subway stations would be. It was a bit of a walk through an uncomfortable neighborhood... but with my ipod and headphones on, I made it a point to just blend in, mind my own business, and looked like I belonged there, but of course, keeping my wits about me, and not carrying more on me than I was willing to let go in the event of a mugging. I got to the club, and had to drink down what was left of my water, which was in retrospect a mistake in that it made me drowsy as hell. Ah well. THe goth club though, was BEAUTIFUL. It was empty when I got there, but started packing in as the night went on. The music and atmosphere were perfect, what Ive always wanted a night to be like. It was in the basement of an old remodled 1800s building, complete with that crypt feel to it, and low lighting, and real goth music, not this electronic EBM crap that passes for the genre nowadays. By this time, the day was catching up with me, and I was waaaay too tired to attempt to be social. Or even move out of my chair. So, sadly, with the alternative falling asleep in my chair and getting thrown out for sleeping, I had to cut my night short. Surprisingly, the subway station that I was needing was closed at midnight. Closed?!?! And here I thought it was the city that never sleeps.... I was a little nervous about hailing a cab in terms of cost or capability, but, with no other choice, I gave it a shot. It worked really like it does in the mmovies/TV. Stick out the hand, and cab (eventualy) pops by. It was also one of those stereotypical forigner types. No turban, but still not a english 1st speaker. There was a great little TV in the back showing the map of where we were going, along with various adspace material. I tried to strike up a conversation with the cabbie, which was something he clearly wasnt accustomed to. But eventualy, we got a conversation going about the differences between KC and NYC, and how much we both hate wal mart. Got home about 2ish, safe and sound.

This day had been by far the busiest night of the week. 2 more days left.
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By this day my body managed to catch up with me. Feet were still sore, but my internal clock was caught up to eastern time to allow me to wake up at a good time for breakfast and to make the most of the day. And the ears stopped popping.

Also, by this day, the place really did begin to feel a little bit like home. The cleaning staff and front desk people became recognizable, as did the people in the breakfast nook area. Not that I stuck up any real conversation rather than a hello and hat-tip here and there of course. But coming in after a day in the city, it really did begin to feel like home, if not a safe harbour/base of operations.

I had to foresite to pack some shoe-liner coushins for my feet. And I really did feel the difference. Also, thanks to the help of the handy-dandy GPS in my phone, I managed to find a closer subway station to the hotel. It was in the opposite direction from the city, but it also meant a walk shorter by 1 or 2 blocks. It was a smaller subway station, but it didnt really matter much.

I also found out that the rent check for the month, which my apartment people promised they would wait until payday to cash, that I future dated on the check, and even wrote on the check NOT to cash until payday and wrote it up for a little extra to include late fees, was cashed anyway. Those fucking lieing backstabbing bastards. So yeah, there I was, only 200.00 in the bank, which I did not feel comfortable being in the big apple with only that much to my name. Needed money fast. Didnt feel comfortable asking my dad on account of me already having borrowed enough from him. Looks like it fell to asking my mom, which I dont like doing given that her reliablity is... spotty at best. And I dont like being indebted to her. But then again, I had the being in distress thing to play upon to my advantage. And I would get her something from Ellis Island on account of mothers day, and what a big fanatic she is about geneology nonsense. So the plan was to call her from Ellis Island and wish her happy mothers day and hit her up for money (which I did repay... halfway... eventualy....)

It was a beautiful, perfect day to be out there. Sky was a flawlessly blue. All sorts of lovely looking girls shamelessly on display. And the 1st meeting... of THESE creatures.

Of course, they were street performers dressed up for photo opps. BUT... to ME... they were the greys... those bizarre aliens that love to kidnap and experiment... it freaked me out. And it would not be the last I would see from them....

I thought it was early enough. Sadly, the it wasnt early enough to beat the crowd. I walked from the Staten Island Ferry to Castle Clinton, where I was amused to learn that this was the 1st immigrant processesing station before Ellis Island. And then came the line. Long, tedious processes of walking from point A for ticket to point B for line waiting, all the chatter and voices from forign languages, the security check, and the wait for the boat ride on the crowded ferry... I surmized that it must be the park service's way of recreating the authentic immigration process. Ha Ha. Yes, the line was long, but it wasnt too unbarable. There was this entertaining and friendly jamacian fellow with his steel drum, playing for tips. He would even ask visitors where they're from and then play a little something on his steel drum from their country or place of origin, or play kiddie songs for the kids. it was fun, and I was entertained enough to tip him generously.

The boat ride was a bit uncomfortable. There wasnt any real places to sit, and while in dock, it was hard to get my sea legs about me. But once we started cruising, it wasnt so bad. The view was amazing. And the sea guls were even showing off a bit for photo opps and etc.

I managed to finaly get ahold of mom, which was spotty though, given the coverage on Liberty Island . BUT, before the end of the day, I was able to secure funds. So that was a load off my mind, if not my feet. But it was an amazing day for a walk. The park, and the view, were flawless. The most beautiful and perfect weather that I could recall in ages. Green grass, blue sky, and amazing views of the city. And then the statue itself. In someways, it didnt really feel like I was really there. The statue has been so ingrained in american pop-culture, and in so many movies, it felt like I was looking at a replica of the statue, and not the statue itself. I didnt get to go inside, on account of statue tickets being sold seperately and having at least a week-long wait list. But I didnt want to strain the feet out too much, so alls well that ended well. I got lunch at the liberty island cafe, which was expensive, but not too bad at all. Then there was another long wait for the next ferry, and then on to Ellis Island. The island and complex was bigger than I expected, but the museum wasnt vast, or at least, not too vast to not have to spend the whole day there to navigate. In keeping with the plan, I did my best to pace myself, taking 15 minute breaks between walking around. But by this time in the day, the feet were starting to get angry with me. I did my best to enjoy the exhibit though. The building really did have an aged feeling to it. And I did feel the history in the walls. I could even close my eyes and feel the bustling crowds, the chatter, and anxiety of the place in days of old. The exhibits were great, and showed a good equal representation of the happy endings and bitter defeats of the immigration process, the good staff workers and the bad ones, and the immigrants in hope of a better life and the immigratns just looking to get in for cheap work. I also learned that the ever-going arguements in favor and against immigration is as old as the idea of immigration, and will last for as long as there is immigration, and even beyond. Both sides have their valid points. One side in favor of the ethical "right and wrong" of the situation, the other, the practical realities of immigation. And even the home countries had their opinions on the matter. I found a great little german propaganda poster from the 1800s warning girls not to go to america, because they'll just end up as impoverished street whores.

Me? I think this nation has an overpopulation problem as it is. And I never have liked, or respected, illegal immigrants. I consider them to be stealing american citizenship from legal immigrants that actualy have to work hard and endure all sorts of hardships to earn their right to be called americans. And if I have to be hassled about having a drivers liscence and insurance registration to drive, then I have no sympathy for those hassled about having to provide proof of american citizenship or residencey. So that's that.

I got a little geneology workbook for mom, finished up the museum (including a good traveling exhibit on Baques), and went to wait another long line for the boat ride back to NY. Given it was the next to last ferry for the day, it was a bit of a crowded boat ride. But landing in battery park, it was a bit of an experience. There were all sorts of street performers welcoming everyone back. There were snake handlers, the steel drum guy (not sure if it was the same guy), and, the 1st look of people selling... Obama Condoms. Yes. I didnt care to buy one on account of being too afraid of what Id be getting. Boy, those NY folk REALLY love their Obama Schwag. Just about every tourist memorabilia stops had some type of Obama-related item for sale... But yes, there's that tangent. Getting back to the point, getting off the boat, and seeing everyone welcome us all back with a friendly face, really did feel like it was good to be back in NYC... Like we all just got back from some far-away trip. Maybe like in New Jersey? And it was great... the street performers were chatting with the beat cops like old friends... there was all sorts of artists and other folks having set up shop. Almost like a street fair...

Having some daylight left in the day, I wanted to stop by the Chelsea Hotel... to get some old-fashioned beatnick NY subculture, and out of my love of the song Chelsea Girls... but mostly to make all my friends back home jealous. Also, just having seen Sid and Nancy, I wanted to see what the place was all about. Walking around, I did get a feel for the history once again, and it was a great new york neighborhood. I didnt bother to walk in or anything, but did grab some photos, and looked at all the plaques comemorating all the famour residents... Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen.... but no plaque for Sid Viscous? Too bad....

My drunk friend in Wichita wanted me to stalk down his penpal Danny Fields... I offered to if he would provide his address. He didnt call back. Which wasnt to be unexpected. But would have been a fun idea nonetheless.

With the sun begining to set, there was one more place to go: Washington Square Park. The neighborhood was absolutely amazing... and the park... was one of the most beautiful places Ive ever been to. Everyone out and having fun. Dogs in the dog park/zoo place... street performers... Street artists... the strange and the normal... the stereotypical chess players... street dancers... photographers, and kids playing the waterfountain... and overlooking it all, was George Washington. And sitting there, I got a sense, and understanding... People that fought and died in wars, THIS was what it was all for. I mean, you can generalize it all to "freedom" and "democrazy" and all sorts of other jingoist nonsense, but here, this was what it was all about in its purest fashion. Freedom to come to a place like this after a long hard day, in great weather, in great company, and in great scenary. To enjoy life. To have fun. To immerse and soak it all in. To be left alone, or to meet people. In other words, freedom to find a place to be happy. A sanctuary in a place of constant busyness and stress. And having a park (especialy one such as this) is the greatest honour anyone can have bestowed upon them.

I wanted to stay forever. But it was getting dark, and I wanted to get back. I got back to the place, and after a stay in the hotel, I decided it was finaly time to take the car out for a spin. I was told about a local goth night by [ profile] annabelevil, and I really wanted to take in the local goth culture. It was in... the lower east side I think it was... I cant exactly remember what the official name of the neighborhood was, but I remember it being off of... Houston ave I think? and 2nd? Anyway, the traffic wasnt all THAT bad, at least, not for my 1st time in manhattan proper. Yeah, some of the one way streets threw me for a loop... and I got nervous driving around looking for a parking spot, and even more so seeing at least one or two ambulences trying to make their way out of the neighborhood streets. I eventualy found a place to park that was a reasonaly distance from the club. I it was far from the fire hydrant, and I didnt see any no parking signs. Took a walk, and found out the club I was looking for was closed, and it was actualy to be open tomorrow night. Ah well, I was dumb. The place next door though, had a band playing, "Family of the Year" was the name of the band, and was a catchy alternative-sounding group, and it was a free show. I enjoyed it, but didnt want to stay too long on account of getting nervous about where I parked my car. I walked back, and found a 130.00 Parking ticket there waiting for me. The crime? parking within 8 feet of a fire hydrant. EIGHT GODDAMNED FEET! There was all the space in the world between my car and that fire hydrant! But then again, I kept it all in perspective. Space is a premium in Manhattan. And given the narrow roads and traffic, it would be impratical for a fire engine to stop in the middle of the street in case of a fire emergency. That, and Im sure legal parking would have cost about just as much. And I even got a new suvineer: a genuine NYC parking ticket!

Anyway, it was time to do some night driving. I plotted a course to circumnavigate manhattan, and take me home back over the brooklyn bridge. I started out on the FDR highway. The drive wasnt too hectic by any means, but, thinking back to my earlier day in the park, and what this road must be like in the daytime, I began to think that the opposite in having a park named after you had to be having a highway named after you... a place were people get angry, impatient, places were wrecks occur, people die, people are stressed, and have places to get and have to get there qucikly. A place of no real enjoyment or time at all. And the worst thing you can do to a person is to have a highway named after them. Maybe that's why there are so many MLK Jr memorial highways in this country...

It really was a great drive. I had on such great night-time driving music. The city lights were on and flying by. I even got to drive across the George Washington Bridge while listening to THIS

I even got a little lost in new jersey. Not too lost though, but it was a bit... sudden how quickly all the city lights dissolved, and how quickly I was in country dark backroads on the other side of the river. I had no idea I would even see this on my trip to NY, or that trees and grass even existed in the area. But it was a great, brief break from the mega-opolis. I had to pay a toll on the other way of the same bridge, which I thought was funny enough given that there was no toll to get into new jersey. Must be that demand was not as high. Anyway, it was a south drive on the west end, a pleasant drive back into brooklyn, and home again from another rousing adventure.
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This day I decided to set the alarm so I could take advantage of the breakfast, as well as get in a full day of sight-seeing. Also, I took care to include the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. The continental breakfast was surprisingly good. Bowl of cereal, cheese omlette (simple, but surprisingly good), juice, bananna, and bagle and cressant. I also found a complimentary copy of USA Today waiting for me at my door. Nice. Didnt really need or want it, but it was a nice thought none the less.

Today was when the feet started the agony. It wasnt extreme by this point, but enough to be uncomfortable. I already plotted to take a 15 minute break as needed when out and about, and not making the mistake of just plowing through everything as I did in DC. I walked to the subway, and off and away I was to Manhattan proper. To the Empire State Building. I was glad that it was also so close to Macy's (in the garment disctrict), so that was a plus. Not that Im a big Macy's fan. I mean really, if I REALLY wanted to go to just any Macy's, I could go to the one anchoring the living dead mall on Metcalf. But this one, to me, symbolized 1930s department store CLASS. Back inna day when greeters wernt old people given jobs out of pity, wearing ball caps and wal-mart vests, but instead weird balding men with pencil-thin mustaches, pin stripe suits, pink crosages in their jacket pocket, and greeted with a "yyyyeeeeeeessssssssss?" and a "rrrright this way sir!" That, and I loved the Thanksgiving Day/Christmas Parades and Miracle on 34th Street as a kid. So it was a great feeling to connect with that. My feet were still too tired to actualy browse, and I didnt want to get tailed or eyeballed by security suspicious at a guy who obviously didnt come to buy anything, with a bag with him. But I did take a look in the main lobby. And it was beautiful. All the glamour and class one would find in an old 1930s movie. It really was too bad there was nothing to buy for me there.

I also began to finaly pick up on the whole terrorist scare in Times Square. The bits and pieces that I bothered to follow were that the guy was illegaly parked (which, as I would come to learn by the end of the week, is that there is no other way to park in NYC), the car and bomb was cheap, and was spotted by a hot dog vendor. I never bother to follow these things in detail for any other reason than amusement. But, from the headline, I began to realize that Daily News were the sensationist assholes of the newspaper scene in NY

The Empire State building was just a few blocks away, and it was off to that. To me, The Empire State Building, along with the Statue of Liberty, and maybe the Brooklyn Bridge, were the symbols of New York. Like if I had to pick just one thing to symbolize the city, or my idea of what the city was about, it would be this building. It being the tallest building in the city now, and the fact that it symbolizes 1930s art-deco class, commerce, aspirations to be bigger and better, and of course, King Mother-Fucking Kong climbing to the top to proove he's king of THIS mother-fucking jungle. On the way, I stopped by one of the tourist trap shops, and found a cute little statue of the empire state building for sale, along with a detachable king kong climbing it. It was cheap, yes, but too awesome not to buy. It took a while to find the entrance for guests, but once inside, once again, it was filled with art-deco class. The doormen had their uniforms on, and the lobby, while narrow, was beautifuly designed. The lines were long, but not unberable, and were well managed. I was embarrassed to find out that I forgot to print my reserve tickets for the viewing platform... but me being too lazy and my feet being too sore for a second trip and wait in line, decided just to pay the price and buy another ticket. Its not like I couldnt afford it.

It was crowded inside, and there were about two elevator "lay-overs"... and most of the windows in the waiting lobbies were painted up so you couldnt see outside... which I thought was strange, but eh. There was a green screen portrate available while in line, featuring people in front of the building to scale. At 1st, I thought it was all a part of the price of admission, so I went for a picture, and had some fun with it. I found out that it cost extra for a print. I cant say that I was too irritated though. After all, when am I going to be back here?

My ears were still popping from my ride in the airplane. And the elevator ride up kinda helped (wish I could say the same for the elevator ride down though...) But once I was at the top, on the viewing balcony, it really was breathless. Ive been in high-rise towers before, such as the liberty memorial in KCMO, and whatever that tower is in San Antonio. But THIS... the weather was perfect in april. It wasnt windy. Sun was out but not hot or blaring. Just cool, hazy-white blue. And all the city could be seen. And all the aches and pains of the feet just melted away, and I felt... rejuvinated. It was crowded, yes, but not cramped. And, oddly enough, very little people were on the new jeresy side of the viewing platform. There was a nice old dutch guy there who helped me take a picture, and I overheard some stereotypical new yawk italian maintance worker hit on some out of town girls, which was funny to watch. I paid a little extra for the further up platform, which really wasnt worth the money paid. the view wasnt any better since there wasnt an outside deck, and it was even more smaller and cramped with the few people that were there. But it was nice to still have bragging rights of being on top of the world (or at least on top of new york city.)

I left the area, went down the elevator (and the ear pressure came back), and thought it would be prudent to stop by the wallgreens conviently located inside the empire state building lobby to get some water (and some sunscreen), and took a break in Herald Square Park. It was a beautiful park, but busy with people stopping in for lunch, etc. And pigeons. Filthy, filthy pigeons. quickly came to learn why city folk regard them as rats with wings, and quickly began to loathe them. They have no natural fear of humans (as in, most birds will fly away when approached. Pigones wont do a damn thing). And their creepy little red beeedy eyes. And they really do crap as they please. Such as on my bags. ugh. But I gave my feet a rest, talk to a few people on the phone, then headed to the main New York Public Library building in Bryant Park. Not only do I have an affinity for libraries and old buildings, I mostly remembered this spot for its moment in Ghostbusters. As with Herald Square, it really was a good day to be in the park. Small cafes were out selling food. Businessmen were playing ball games with streetfolk. And pigeons, pigeons everywhere. I didnt go into the library, but I did notice that they were constructing an ugly "new style" facade on the grand library. Ugh. Anyway, took another sit-down, and then it was off to Grand Central Station

It was certainly a vast and busy place. But really, I found it a bit underwhelming. Personaly, I like KC's Union Station far better... probably because of its empty nature. Makes it feel more like a solmn, holy place. That, and they have exhibits there. But Grand Central was still a remarkable place and worth the visit.

I didnt have much energy left, but I wanted to stop by the Vampirefreaks store, and visit one of my favorite KC expatriots [ profile] annabelevil. The neighborhood was nice, if not a little graffiti'd (by KC suburb standards anyway). It was grand to see Annabel again. The store, while I must admit Ive been drifting away from the whole modren EBM/industrial fashion these days, was a nice trip, and found some good music and shirts there, including the new Clan of Xymox, and a Einsturzende Neubauten shirt that almost made me shriek like a little girl. annabel was such a great hostess, and ensured I was taken care of, like an aunt having their nephew visit. Like as if the place was a resteraunt, she would make sure I was wel fed. Which I was. And it was a pleasure to meet her co-workers as well.

Getting late and tired, it was time to head back to camp. But not before getting dinner. My good friend from high school Ian recomended a pizza place called Lombardi's, and wanting to get authentic new york pizza and avoid chain fast food places, I decided to check the place out. I was quite floored when I found out that this Lombardi's place was THE 1st pizzaria in the USA. So it was quite a feeling to be able to eat at a historic place, where it all began. The pizzas were sold only as pies and not by the slice, so I ended up getting a calzone. The mozarella was AMAZING. It tasted the way Ice Cream would taste if you could make cheese out of it, which is far better than it may sound.

So, with pizza eaten, it was a death march back to the hotel. Literarly. My feet were KILLING ME. That, and I had my grocery bags from the empire state gift shop, and vampire freaks. I tried to stop by the brooklyn bridge, but my subway stop was on the brooklyn side, and the bridge was just too far away for the feet. A stop by the corner gas shop for munchies, and my day was done. Thankfully, I had the forsite to pack extra shoe sole coushins for things like this.
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Monday, I decided to sleep in... on account of the busy day and stressful night of finding the hotel, and jetlag as well I suppose. Didnt get to sleep in too late though. I forgot to put the "do not disturb" thing on my door, and was awoken by cleaning. They quickly ducked out when they realized I was still there, so it was just as well. Sadly, I also slept through the complimentary continental breakfast. Ah well... So after a brief rest and organization, I headed out the door. I asked the person the way to the closest subway station, and headed in that direction.

It was a beautiful walk. The neighborhood really reminded me of a more busier and ethnicaly diverse and grafitti-filled crossroads KC. There was a car wreck on the way to the station where the turn signal was knocked out. I was a bit surprised that there was sparse enough traffic to allow for a wreck and not send the traffic into gridlock. The subway station was below an old church, across from Brooklyn's main train station, and its Bank tower building. It really was an experience, taking in the sounds of the people, everyone scurrieing about in a rather busy fashion, streetcorner newspaper salesmen, arabs in their subway magazine stands, etc. It really was just like the movies/tv/pop culture/etc depictions. I ended up getting a week-pass unlimited metro card for about 37.00. Not a bad deal.

The subways were... well, just as grimey as one would expect. Not filthy to the point of being unsanitary, but definitly had a funk about them. Trash and water collected in the subway, graffiti, etc. The subway train itself, was remarkably clean though. I found it odd though, that there was Nurse Jackie-themed subway safety tips. Strange.

So, the 1st destination was Coney Island, the furthest I was to go from NY. The subway ride was pleasant enough. Except I got off at the wrong stop. I missed the stop by thinking that my stop was not the end of the line. So I had to go back to the previous stop. There was an asian girl who left an asian magazine on the train. I picked it up and handed it to her. She gave me a strange look (not quite an offended or ungrateful look, but definitly a confused look) as she took it. But I suppose it makes sense, Im sure most people in NY are too busy to bother with such courtesies as returning dropped items. The station that I did get off on was under construction, and thus, I was not able to turn around and take the train the other way (which I embarrassingly found out the hard way). So I had to hoof it to the beach, which really wasnt that bad of a walk, and the feet didnt start attacking me at that point yet.

I got down to coney island, and it was the right place. The subway station was almost like a mini-mall. I was looking forward to getting a Coney Island Hot Dog, and as luck would have it, I found the right place for it, being Nathan's Hot Dog Stand. It was busy, but not insanely busy. And the food wasnt too expensive. And, I have to say, they served the best goddamned hot-dog I have ever tasted.

So I started walking down to the boardwalk. There was definitly a faded glory feel to the place. Abandoned fields. Negelected landmarks. And a creepy logo featuring what looked like Harry Houdini gassed with Joker venom. But it wasnt all dilapidation. There were pleanty of sideshops, souvinier stands, food places, and this cute little "shoot the freak" shooting gallery where you would try to shoot live person with paintballs. It was closed that day, but looked like great fun. I started making my way to the aquarium. Being from Kansas, I really havnt been to any real aquariums before, so I thought this would be as good a time as any. It was a small, but remarkable squarium. They had giant sea turtles, average-sized sharks, walruses, and creepy looking jellyfish. There was also a really fun sea lion show, which demonstrates what they can do (in silly sorta trained ways), and also gave a good explination that training them to do stupid pet tricks keeps them fit, their brains active, and keeps them from being lazy, fat, and depressed.

I did want to stay a bit longer, but by then I began to see all there was to see, and the grey skies were darkening. I was hoping to at least make it to the subway station before the rains started, but no such luck. Down came the downpour. And was I ever drenched. I did have a free promo newspaper that managed to help a bit in holding off the rain, but it didnt last too long. I did manage to get an umbrella at a cheap shop, but by then the rains mostly stopped. I also wanted to get some coney island ice cream, but I was too soaked to walk too much, so I settled for Dunkin' Donuts. So it was back to the hotel for a dry pair of clothes.

There was still some daylight left, and not wanting to waste any of it, I decided to make for Manhattan proper. The main itenerary was to start at the south tip, and work my way north. So, with that in mind, I decided to head to what was left of the WTC site. Exiting the subway, it was really a bit of a shock. The tall buildings so close together, and the massive amout of people and the busyness of it all. The site, just to look at it, didnt really look like more than a glorified construction site. But, being able to touch history, was somewhat of a subtle experience. And I was a little sad that I couldnt see the place before 911, see what it was like, etc. Seemed like such a nice place to visit, really. And, with the average indifference of the average new yorker to the place (as well as the halariously failed bomb attempt in Times Square that day), I learned that the new yorker is too busy to pause for such reflections. Life goes on, and there's no point in pausing too long to soak it all in. But, with me being the tourist that I am, could afford the luxury. Also of note, I found the fire hydrants with flags placed on them so that new yorkers too busy to look where they were stepping could avoid tripping over said fire hydrants amusing.

Getting somewhat lost in the area, I decided to head south towards battery park. A walk here, a subway ride there, and it wasnt long before I reached it. Just in time for sunset. And what a beautiful sunset it was. Cool breeze, orange skies, boats drifting around, the statue of liberty, and little kids playing around while some old guy laughing and commenting in what I can only assume to be spanish. Hot chicks jogging by. And oddly enough, a turkey. What a great evening. Except for all the splinters I was getting in my pants from the wood benches. I ate dinner at a staten island ferry sandwich shop (which, was not good enough for the money I paid), and went home.

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The trip to New York was a long time coming. Me, having the wonderlust that I have, and the fact that I have to stare at maps of the US for most of my day at work (relating to coverage and etc, right?), I see all these cities daily, and my mind begins to drift. 'I wonder what it looks like out there?' I desire to explore out there, to see whats there. Breath the air, see the sights, hear the sounds, etc. I know it sounds contridictory to my xenophobic reclusive lazy nature, but the feeling's still there.

So why new york? Well, several reasons. I long to visit cities that have REAL history. Being right in the middle of the USA, most major cities' histories only go back around 150 yeas, 200 at most. KC, I think, goes back to the 1820s? While New York, on the other hand, goes back to the 1600s. Colonial era, 1st with the Dutch then the British, then the American revolution, the 1st capital of the USA, and then to the financial, cultural, and immigration port of the country. The largest city in the nation? Yes, I think thats right. I want to see the major landmarks. The places that are seen and made famous in the movies. A place where THINGS happen, that oftentime effect the world, for good or ill. And not just that, but New York, being the comic fan that I am, also holds special interest. As any Marvel fan worth their back issues will know, just about EVERYTHING in the Marvel universe happens in New York. Galactus comes to eat the planet, he doesnt go to moscow, not to London, and sure as shit not wichita Kansas. He goes to New Frickin' York! Because that must be where the planet tastes the best. And Kingpin doesnt have any operations in Kansas City. Or Denver. Or not even Chicago. And it certainly not in those phoney-baloney cities like Metropolis, or Gotham City, or Costal City, or whatever. It all happens in new york! Even in the delusional fictional fantasy world!

And, also on a more petty level, a year or so ago there was this corporate contest thing, where the top national performers got to go on a paid trip to new york. I didnt win it, but I didnt realy care that much. I wanted to go on my own dime, to prove to them that I didnt need their good graces to go to new york, that I could go anytime I wanted. So there.

The original plan was to go last year. But, well, illness and money kinda conflicted. By the time I got it sorted out, it was a little too late to go, and I didnt want to go in the winter. Just as well though. A week away was also just what I needed to get away from the crap involving the break-in of my car.

[ profile] yogamary Hooked me up with a trip to the airport. It was a direct flight, no layovers. Either way, I do tend to hate airtravel. Its cramped, uncomfortable, little room to move around, and the painful popping in the ears (they didnt pop right until about tuesday or wednsday). Whatever happened to this big planes that you see in the tv and movies? BUT, they did have complimentary warm and fresh chocolate chip cookies! And, I did get to oggle me some sexy stewardesses.

It was late night when I got into New York. La Guardia, to be specific. I was lucky enough to get a window view of flying over the city, lit up at night. I got to see everything dissolve from pitch blackness, into city lights, like stars on the ground. It was amazing. I cant say that it was like nothing Ive ever seen, more like, much more of the same things Ive seen in places like KC, etc, places with REAL city lights. Much, MUCH more. Like the real deal, when after all this time all Ive been getting is the abridged, condensed, "lite" version. It was depressing though, getting into the airport after hours. Not busy, and all the little shops had been closed for the day. And the place was not nearly as vast as D.C.'s Dulles. Found luggage without problem, and got my car without too much trouble. Stepping out of the terminal, I was surprised at how hot it was out there. Not anywhere as humid as that hellhole Jacksonville, mind you, but still a surprise. Like it was, July out there. Maybe a sold, mid 80s out there, when it was still in the 70s in KC. I was a little nervous, stepping off that plane, in the dark, in NYC, and haivng to talk to the rental car people, but it wasnt too bad.

Yes, I know what you must be thinking, that I really shouldnt have gotten a car for NY. But, I rationalized, that Id rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. Of course, as the week progressed, I discovered that I didnt really NEED it, but it was nice to have for one or two night drives. On the other hand, the 100.00 spend on insurance, and the 150.00 spent on parking, and the 130.00 parking ticket, did make it an expensive luxury.

The highway traffic wasnt as bad as I was expecting. Like, maybe standard downtown KC traffic, maybe? As a matter of fact, night cruising Brooklyn, being able to see Manhattan out the window, while listening to Its Blitz by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, was quite exillerating. Didnt really get lost, or at least, not until I hit the neighborhood of the hotel, being Wykoff Park Brooklyn, not a far walk from the Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower. As with all new neighborhoods, it was tricky getting the hang of the streets. I was not at all used to just how busy, and how many people were out and about, at this late hour. It was exciting in its own way, but also nerve racking. 'Was I in the right neighborhood?' 'Was this a safe place to get lost?' I did find the general place, being a Holiday Inn Express. The neighborhood did look questionable though. I would say the best way to describe it, would be like being in a hotel on Troost Ave. in KC, like maybe around 31st St. It wasnt long before I saw flashing lights in my rear view. Oh crap. Getting pulled over by cops on my 1st night in the city. Not good, right? The police man, being friendly and clearly from Jamacia (dee islands, mon. Not the city) kindly informed me that NY does not allow a right turn on red. Who knew? And I saw no posted signs saying otherwise. But he just asked me where from and where going. Didnt even ask for liscence or registration. Great guy. I had to pull around a few times to find a parking lot (and even embarrassingly getting pulled over a second time by the same guy, more to check to make sure I wasnt getting more lost more than anything). I found the hotel, and the parking lot crevice. I got checked in without incident. The hotel room, well, it was well kept and clean. But very, very small. Then again, Im used to staying in posh extended stay rooms with kitchens. There was a nice little flat screen tv to keep me entertained, and the bed was comfy with pleanty of pillows. I was disappointed though of the view out my window. I was hoping/expecting city lights. Instead, I got a grafitti'd up brick garage from a 1st story window. Ah well, I cant complain too much. At least it wasnt some creepy, cruddy road-side motel.

On a related note, 'House' is the official television show of hotels and traveling places. Because whenever Im staying somewhere when traveling, wether its Wichita, or L.A., thats one of, if not THE 1st TV shows that pops up on the tv when I turn it on. And of course, there was rumblings of a mysterious car parked in times square that was spotted, but I was at that point too tired to pay attention. Shower, bed, sleep in a little bit, then off to coney island.
dustinprewitt: (kane)
There's no way to describe it,
there's no way to explain,
it's a wonderful night in a unique place.
It's a brisk blend of people, it's the sharing of pain
and an overtime goal in a ranger's game.

Boogie down new york it's the end of a day,
a new dawn is waiting in a desperate state.

You're still for me number one,
i'll be sad when i'm gone,
can't you see i won't be the same without you.
I was mesmerized and fascinated,
hypnotized and elevated,
your energy i'll take away with me.

Staying alive and searching for fame
or escape to the park slip-sliding away,
do you feel the sensation ? Come on get it right,
hard times will demand an open mind.

Boogie down new york it's the end of a day,
a new dawn is waiting in a desperate state.

You're still for me number one,
i'll be sad when i'm gone,
can't you see i won't be the same without you.
I was mesmerized and fascinated,
hypnotized and elevated,
your energy i'll take away with me.

Life without foreplay, fast and insane,
yeah, hide from the fury, try to hold on in vain.

You're still for me number one,
i'll be sad when i'm gone,
can't you see i won't be the same without you.
I was mesmerized and fascinated,
hypnotized and elevated,
your energy i'll take away with me.
dustinprewitt: (Default)
So monday, Im woken up fairly early by a knock on my door. Its a police officer to tell me that my car has been busted into. great. So, what happened was the car parked next to me had their window bashed in with a piece of concrete rubble (from the beautiful fountain that was demolished from the apartment courtyard for who knows what reason, and the rubble just piled up in the corner of the parking lot.) They didnt get my window (but not for lack of trying, there was a noticable scuffmark on the rear quarterpanel window), but my door locks were busted anyway.

The damages included my CD player, the climate control aparatus that it was attached to, a cupholder console with automaintance documents, my proof of insurance, concert tickets, and various other non-valuables inside it, my CD wallet with all my burnt CD mixes, my bookbag with 2 Graphic novel collections, personal journal, and ipod chargers and the like. Now, the CD player I can understand, and really, I didnt care THAT much for it. But really... the bookbag? there wasnt anything in there of any value except for sentimental value... mainly my personal journal. And really, if my trip to NY wasnt as close, it wouldnt have been so bad. Because, ya know, I kinda needed alot of that stuff for the trip.

The most aggrivating part of it all, is that the damages were just enough to put a dent in my finances, and not enough for insurance to be of any real value. The CD player, with instalation and parts, would have totaled 400.00, and auto deductable would have been 500.00. Personal property would have totaled at least 200, with my deductable being 250.00. So yeah, fuck insurance. But I suppose there were some happy endings that day. One I was able to get my Public Image Ltd. ticket replaced for only 10.00. and 2, there was no window damage, and given that it rained that night, was a good thing right there. So far I replaced the bag, ipod charger, headphones, and already had a blank book for journal writing, so that's out of the way. The rest Im sure can wait till after NYC.

And yes, PiL was a good time. Even the after party. Got to see old familiar faces, and new faces that were very satisfied with what was played. Unfortunatly, the night ended far too late, with a re-enactment of Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf with a very irresponsible and intoxicated overgrown little girl. But more on that later, away from prying eyes and etc.

I had some time to spare, and fortunatly so did work. So I took time off monday and tuesday to get prepared for my insurance disappointments, and just relax after this BS. And also prepare for the NYC trip. I cleaned house a bit to make the place presentable for [ profile] yogamary the catsitter. Given the loss of property and the proportionate loss of money needed to replace said lost property, I didnt really do too much else, aside from one cheap night out, and netflix.

New York I am excited for. It will be a chance to escape, see new places, new scenary, new experiences. But its also intimitading. Being far from home and familiar territory, uncertain budget, crime-phobies and agorophobias, etc etc. But I am confident. After all, I went to DC 6 years ago with far less preperation than Im giving into this now. Im sure it will be a fine time.

My list of places to visit, so far, include (and yes, the original list was among the stolen property... #$#$@$#$@$!)

Central Park
Statue of Liberty
Rockerfeller Plaza
Empire State Building
Coney Island
that one vampire freaks store [ profile] annabelevil works at, along with various events that she clued me in on
Times Square
Wall Street
Federal Hall
Ground Zero
Union Station
The 5 points neighborhood, maybe
The Village
Hollis (well, no, not really, lol)
American Museum of Art
Radio City Music Hall
Ed Sullivan Theatre

and Ill gladly take recomendations as well from the audience, if there's any other places Im missing.

so yeah, there's whats new. for the record.

and, Ill gladly take
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