No matter how I go about this, this will end up the abridged version of the last week. It's hard to write out the longest days of your life... The two days Adam Bolduc, Jeremy and I (and halftimes Jaun) scoured New York City.
I'd almost rather keep the memories to myself and say "fuck you" to the blog, because at this point it's all a mess in my mind.
I know we started things off looking for a place to eat lunch for over an hour. I remember looking at old looking pizzas in at least three different pizza restaurants twenty blocks apart before settling on a deli/salad bar exactly not as good as the first place we had walked in an hour before.
I finished my meal with a delicious banana. I them complained about ending a meal with something as filling as a banana.
We then found our way to ground zero. Not the most uplifting moment of our trip. Definitely drove the whole 9/11 experience home for us.
Don't want to dwell... so it's...
Off to Battery Park and looking at the Statue of Liberty from really far away. Also-a line of guys with briefcases try to sell us Rolex's. One guy after the other... like we've immediately changed our mind since that last shady dude.
Interesting to note: You can't just walk up to the stock exchange... not gonna happen Sally. Not if them barricades have anything to say about it.
Whoa... just read Jonathon Brandis hung himself the other day... unrelated to our trip to NY... but crazy all the same.
Finding our way back to our hotel wasn't hard... all we had to do was follow the line of people waiting for the Britney Spears signing at Virgin the next day!
The next morning, Adam and I take turns hitting the snooze button on the alarm every five minutes for over two hours. These were some glorious five minute tidbits of sleep, I tell you this.
Off to the Metropolitan Museum of Art... it's huge. HUGE. So much art. So much culture. How the hell do we get to the cafeteria with all this fucking art in our way?
Let's see now, past the big ceramic dog-looking thing with holes in it. And then keep going past that really amazing looking book that you never took the time to read about. Down them stairs. Ahh there it is!
And it's only fourteen dollars for my chicken tortilla wrap lunch! And don't mind it's puke-green tortilla. The puke-green is a sign of tastiness!
Jaun shows up... after taking the wrong subway to the wrong side of central park.
I am in a museum. The very place we go to learn from the past. And yet, I eat another banana to finish another meal.
So then, there's like this whole three hour timespan where we like, look at art and crap.
Actually... it's amazing. According to THE woman, the Metropolitan Museum of Art holds over 700 drazizzlzillion pieces of art. We see a good half of them. It's an incredible place that I am far too tired to write about.
We then take the subway to SoHo/Chinatown
Interesting to note: There's a store in SoHo where you can buy beaver skulls by the jar-full.
Now Chinatown, it's so very Chinese. There are markets everywhere... and they all sell the same thing... really dried stuff. Dried fish. Dried fish heads. Dried fish eyes. Everything that you can think of... as long as all you can think of is dried fish parts.
And the language... it's Chinese! In America!
But this doesn't stop us from finding a place to sit down for dinner. The four of us eat delicious chinese food and it only comes to 21 dollars... or the price of one and a half puke-green chicken wraps at the museum. We are pleased.
The rest of the night... well...
The rest of the night found us...
At a bar named Ear... drinking.
At a different bar... still drinking. Arguing. Drinking. Being closed upon.
At a third bar. Home of "famous musician Al Bundy." ...drinking.
Jaun screams "love is beautiful" to two kissing men.
Jaun tries to explain a movie idea to a taxi driver in our four minute ride... he doesn't finish and we get out.
Jeremy and Jaun argue in the streets of SoHo.
Jeremy and Jaun argue in a subway car.
Jeremy and Jaun argue in Times Square.
Jaun rants about Jupiter to a bum.
We eat McDonald's.
No more arguing. We all love each other again.
In the morning, Jeremy vomits in Grand Central Station.
And we all go different ways. Adam back to Florida. Jaun back to his father's house. Jeremy and I back to Norwalk.
A few days later now... Jeremy went home that next day... and I'm really tired right now. So I'm trying to wrap this up.
Got a library card. I feel empowered now. Interesting to note: their library cards feature the library's red dragon/spokesman "Hot Stuff."
I started writing again tonight... only slightly... but the floodgates are coming open.
Goodnight.
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