Wednesday, December 08, 2004

New York

Friday, bus 9am. Arrived before 2pm, went to check out dodgy hotel at 83rd St., moved to slightly less dodgy hotel at 94th street.
NYC Friday 3rd Dec. So having finally sorted ourselves out with somewhere half decent to stay, we took ourselves off to Midtown Manhattan and had much fun wandering round Times Square, finding Christmas decorations and holiday decorated windows to look at, and then went and marvelled at the amazingness of Toys R Us (with its Lego Santa, Barbie House, giant dinosaur and ferris wheel). Then we walked waaaaay back up to 94th St where our dodgy little hotel was located, stopping for Mexican for dinner on the way, going home, adding a few layers of clothing and then going in the ‘Dive bar’ for the cheapest drinks we could possibly find.
Saturday, while David went to the (apparently very nice) NY Public Library to do some work, I took the opportunity to shop around the Christmas market, and then went to try and lose myself amongst the hordes of people around Chinatown and SoHo. Headed back to the hotel (again) to put more clothes on and then went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Where we proceeded to get lost several times, although this is largely my fault. I pretend to have a pretty good sense of direction and that I can read a map, but really this is all a big lie. As my dad will testify when we tried to get back to Auckland from the suburbs, and ended up way across the bridge on our way to the very northern tip of NZ. Saturday night we actually had Afghan food, having walked halfway down Manhattan and suddenly realised it was nearly 10pm and we should probably get some food. Very nice, some kind of spicy fish kebab. We braved the cold enough to go and just stand on the street and watch people walk past, when we heard a voice say 'please take my flyer, my job sucks'. Obviously, I had to go and take the flyer, whih led us to the Ha comedy club half an hour later. Fortunately there were more people there than the one I went to in Auckland. But then this is the middle of New York and people are always looking for something they can actually afford to do. Guess who got to sit right next to here the comedians stood. Me. Oh yes. Almost straight away I was hit with the question, so who's this your boyfriend or your husband, and was momentarily struck dumb. We haven't talked about this, so I was unsure about the usage of the word boyfriend, but had I said anything else you can imagine the piss-taking. So I eventually said boyfriend. Durrr. A few out of the 6 or 7 were really funny, there was obviously some really American things that I just didn't get. I did, however, get to plug the Isle of Man just once, being the only British, or even foreign person there. The guy did not know where it was, so I had to say it was near Liverpool.
Sunday morning I tried to buy things, didn't manage it. There were some things I liked, but when I asked myself the question, do you want to carry it round all day the answer was no so I can't have liked it that much. And I already have a lot of clothes I don't like. Met back up with dave to go and find Gound Zero, Wall St, wander, get ever so slightly lost.Sunday night, had kebab for dinner and went to see Rent. Next time I may opt for the more cheerful looking Lion King but it was good. Monday, I can't even talk about. It rained.

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