Just what the Dr (House) ordered...
Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
16Trip End Oct 19, 2012
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Y’all know how I feel about the big apple.
I’m just friends with New York.
After the past couple days though, I have a growing affection for the place. Let’s start from the beginning…
I arrived in New York city late Saturday afternoon and it’s hot. It’s not just hot, it’s humid. Turfed out of the train station onto the bright street in front of Madison Square Garden, it’s definitely a cab job. The subway here isn’t as straight forward as Boston’s, and my bag is the heaviest thing on the planet.
It’s small, but super cute - the standard cabins are only big enough for a single bed and a person to stand next to it, but there’s clever storage space and the cute décor (decked out like ship’s cabins) helps you feel less claustrophobic. There are also free bikes for exploring the neighbourhood but I haven’t got long to look around before I have to head out again. I am catching the metro north railroad out of town to Port Chester, New York State, to see Hugh Laurie (Dr House) play with his Copper Bottom band at the newly restored Capitol Theatre.
I’m too disorganized for dinner but just in time for the train, which whizzes past Larchmont and Mamaroneck (again - where my family used to live and I really want to visit later in my trip!!) before dropping me in Port Chester just steps from the Capitol theatre.
It’s after 11pm by this point and I haven’t eaten anything since lunchtime. I come across a lady selling $1 churros in the subway… My saviour. By that point I would have given her $100. And made out with her.
Arriving home at the Jane late that night I realise the hotel bar is quite the hot nightspot. There is a long trail of hipsters and drunk college kids/model types waiting all the way around the block to get in. Feels good to walk straight to the front of the line with my key and let my unfashionable, sugar-covered-donut eating self right in the front door while the bouncers smile and greet me with a friendly ’good evening’.
Damn West Village hipsters…
Your B. xx