It’s been almost 6 months since I’ve been back to NYC and I’m more than excited to go back. NY has a real draw for me these days and I’ve grown to have a desire to up root and move my life out there. This weekend I really didn’t make any extraordinary plans but to hit up my first show, get more of that NY restaurnat flava, get my salsa on and of course spend some time with my girl (all not in a particular order). Being spontaneous works to limit my expectations and thus everything following make for a more memorable experience….
I had made arrangements to leave work early to catch my 1 pm fight from LAX, however, being my end of quarter month, I was obligated to attend our weekly Fri meeting and just my luck, we didn’t start til close to 11. When I left I barely noticed my coworkers steadily working their day away… I found it a mirical I actually made it to LAX in just over a half hour, but my luck United doesn’t let passengers taverse security half hour before departure – I arived 28 minutes before departure….
In showing the ticket worker how to do her job, I was able to route a new flight through SF and get out to NY around 2 am est. Again I ended up flying with a cargo of crying babies and sitting next to a middle age man watching porn clips between scenes of the Devils Advocate… I didn’t have head phones… never again …
Late Aug./Sept. it’s supposed to be humid, hot and just sweaty right… well thanks to hurricanes in FL I’m walking the streets in jeans and a T still wondering why people complain about the weather in ny (belive me I really don’t want to know – this works fine for me). I spend my day with my gril wondering the city, through the subways and up to 56th n Park to hit Central Park. The Met was with in site so we go to check out a new exibit on the roof top by British sculper Andy Goldsworthy. From what I read it was the first exibit done up on the roof and let to a good view of Mid town and CP. I think the more intestesting exibits were the tourist watching and fashion don’t that populate the “scene”. Eh well the piles of sticks and rocks were megerly intesting so we moved on after resting.
Walking through SOHO the hunger pains were growing and sushi was the call. I almost hesitate to mention it but it seems to be quite populer. Tomoe Sushi on Thomson St. It’s decorated in pine with traditional hand painted signs. The sushi portions are huge and seamingly same day fresh. Definate a keeper spot the next time I’m cravin. After we headed down to 4th to In Vino, a wine bar – a catacomb esck design serving tapas and excellent desert wines (we only had the port and desert whites) but would return. Definately a spot to either begin or end a night or just to experiment with some wine tasting.
Whew… well I really care not to elaborate on what happend next but I’m assuming you would know what to do when you’re in town with your girl and hadn’t seen her in weeks…
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
–Robert Frost
