Trip Start Oct 30, 2010
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Doing things, well, I really am not entire sure why I'm OK with doing them, beyond our "only young once" rational. (Mostly stumped on where the rest of my logic has gone.*)
But really, best, no, most fun two weeks in New York City.
The previous Friday, Kate came over to get dressed at my place and toast ourselves to the present and future (Kate's additional specific request was to "being happy!"). Somehow hobbled ourselves 30 or so blocks in heels to an "award winning club" (my research insisted it would be amazing) which really... wasn't, at least in our "immaculate" self rating (one beat over and over and over again? Really, DJ?).
Fast forward to the next morning, unwrapping self in bed's comforter to unbuckle heels still attached to feet; Kate's ringing downstairs to collect her stuff, and later she's texting to describe a knee that has swollen to twice its regular size ...having entirely forgotten a spill she took while investigating a CVS for bathrooms.
SO MUCH FUN
Spent the entire next day watching a "Sex and the City" marathon in my pajamas with a girl from my floor named Kelly. (I still don't know why she blew her day ...but I was happy to have her.)
And despite the long night and all the turbulence (there was a wee bit more*), that next day of rest, was what my body had been craving WEEKS for. Fleece pajamas and shuffled feet between bed and couch/TV... Heaven.
Fast forward to this most recent Friday.
Suppose to go skiing (*shaking head*) but instead found some $10 disks for sledding at a nearby toy store and ripped up Central Park (coincidentally the rated "best hill for sledding" is mere blocks from where I live).
Now, not only had it snowed the night before, but being only 4 inches, school wasn't canceled! (As in, for the neighborhood kids ;) Didn't mean we stuck to the most popular routes though. OH no. We carved our own route, breaking hanging branches that hung in the way (test rides to my head would demonstrate their dangers), and championed ourselves by who got the highest speed.
-- myself getting far enough to crash into a fence, twice, I believe I have a good argument for winner (with the price of a kinked back).
Pizza for lunch at a newly discovered place on the corner. Shoe/dress shopping in the early evening. Hot chocolate & showers. Amazing Japanese. And then the BEST lounge/club I've yet to find here...
It's on the Lower East Side, just by the Williamsburg bridge and they played simple pop songs without any cover or smug/"trendy" crowd (that first club we had gone to, a guy kicked us out for taking a seat at a bench too close to his VIP section). In fact the majority of those dancing that night were from some art school -- there was more than one guy sporting the "Rivers Quomo" look ;)
Really cool people, atmosphere, and time.
Will go back.
Worked. (Broke a story!) Did movie night with girls on floor after.
Tomorrow night there's a "talent show" at a popular coffee house by Houston (south-west Manhattan) I've asked the Kates to go with me. Really looking forward to that. Suppose to be acts of musicians, comedians, poetry, magic, etc. Anyone can sign up :)!
Some days I wake up and feel a smidge lonely, and am frequently impressed by how I'm self-sustaining in finances and... regular life, but the city just has so much more going on, and so many people willing to come together and DO something. Coming back here was one of the best, if not the best, decisions I've made in the past several years. I'm so incredibly thankful for that.
2010 and 2009, were just so retched.
Check this story out, if you find a moment. It's titled,
"The Key to Happiness: A Taboo for Adults?"
So, is it?