After four years with the boif we took our first “real” vacation on our fourth anniversary. Sure, we’ve gone to his family’s summer home, which I utterly adore – but this is the first vacation that we’ve had to plan everything from how to arrive to where to sleep to what bars to visit. It was amazing.
Saturday, after work at 3pm, I changed into “travel clothes” (read: jeans and a wife beater) in the parking lot, and drove up to Evan’s house, about an hour of a drive. At 4pm I arrived at his house. Moments afterward, his father drove us to the train station where after a quick grab of a cup of coffee, we boarded the 4:42 train into New York City. We got to NYC just before 6, and arrived at the Downtown Hilton Garden Inn right around 6pm. It gave us a few hours to *ahem* nap before we had reservations around the corner. Of course, I decided that after a day of work I needed a beer, so we stopped at the hotel’s bar. AOA. My beer, made by Evil Twin, was a Biscotti stout: fucking delicious.
After … napping and a shower, around 9pm we walked to the restaurant where we had 9:30 reservations that had been made three weeks prior. Ninja NYC. This event will be a post of it’s own. Stay tuned.
Sunday was our “big” day in the city. We got up around 11am, and got to the Matilda box office to rush the show. Sadly, we did not win the lottery, and I didn’t want standing room, so we went to Guy Fieri’s restaurant, which happened to be across the street. This will also likely have it’s own post, so continue to stay tuned. Our afternoon ended at the MoMa, which will definitely have it’s own post so that I can post some photos. After the MoMa, we headed back to the hotel where I ate leftovers from Ninja and we … took a nap and watched Happy Feet on ABC Family, because we’re adults now and we get to decide what that means. Our day on Sunday ended at the Way Station, which always deserves it’s own post. So, remember to stay tuned during the week for details.
Monday morning, I was nursing a mild hangover. Let me tell you, the drinks at the Way Station are not low in alcohol content. I wanted fries, hard. But first we had to check out of the hotel, and we started to wander looking for a place to eat. We managed to wander into what I believe was little Italy and a place called Brinkley’s on Broome Street. It was delicious, but I have so much to say, so say it with me: stay tuned. After a brunch at Brinkley’s, we walked to Strand Books. Usually I love this place, their tag line is “18 miles of books,” what is there not to love? But my hangover was interfering with my enjoyment. So I only bought one book: On Such Full Seas, I’ve heard very good things. After I checked out I headed to The Bean across the street for a chai latte. We sat on the bench outside and discussed our options. We had planned on going to the Museum of Sex, but I just didn’t have the energy for another excursion. So we headed home, arriving back at Evan’s house around 5pm. One of our best friends came over that night and he and Evan watched some old movie, which I honestly cannot even remember the title of, not because I was drunk but because I just could not keep my fucking eyes open.
This morning, afternoon really, Evan and I rented Happy Feet 2 on Demand, because we’re awesome. He made me an egg sandwich, but then after the movie ended, I headed home so I could shower and sleep in my own bed before I have to work tomorrow.
What a successful weekend!
I leave you with this picture of a Lisa Frank cement mixer that I snapped.
Only in NYC.