Monday, June 30, 2008

mystery smell

One of the charming aspects (and by 'charming,' I mean not charming in any way whatsoever) of New York life is the ever-changing odors one encounters on the sidewalks. This morning, right after I got out of the subway at 49th street, I smelled this terrifyingly rancid odor...almost a metallic, rotten sewage mixture with a little urine thrown in for good measure. I figure it has something to do with all the rain yesterday, because there were these odd, tan-like pools of water by the curb. Sick! But then, when I walked home from work over eight hours later, the smell still lingered! I almost gagged both times, and I'm usually not sensitive about that kind of thing. But trust me, it was truly disgusting. Maybe I'll rub some Vick's vapor rub under my nostrils tomorrow.

Monday, June 23, 2008

my weekend, sans pictures

So blogger has decided to be rather difficult, and as a result, it's not allowing me to load pics from my busy weekend. Alas, I will load them later.

My mom and grandparents arrived in New York on Thursday evening. I took them to my favorite restaurant, Cuba. It tends to be fairly noisy there, but we had dinner at 7p - well before the 9pm primetime reservation. After a long week at work, I promptly ordered a raspberry mojito - a Cuba speciality! The food was delicious...but gelato at newly-opened Grom rivaled it. I got the flavor of the day...a tasty concoction called Egg Cream, but you know...had some fancy italian name. In fact, Grom was just proclaimed New York Magazine's winner for purest gelato. I suppose that justifies the steep price tag.

Friday consisted of a lovely day of sightseeing - Rockefeller Center, Central Park, UWS, you know the drill. Then dinner was at the oh-so-summery location that is the South Street Seaport, specifically the Heartland Brewery. Saturday was full-on tourism. We went to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island - I'd never been! Then we went on one of those lovely double-decker buses for a tour of Manhattan. I must say, for this particular activity, don't knock it 'til you try it. It's the best! 'Twas nice to see Manhattan from a vehicle other than a cab. Then for dinner, a lil' Little Italy action. Sunday was equally busy with brunch at my favorite Tribeca establishment, Bread Tribeca. Then, our last day of sightseeing called for a trip up to the top of Rockefeller Center (aptly named Top of the Rock) and a little Dale & Thomas popcorn action before heading back downtown. Phew! I feel like I need another weekend just to recover!

Monday, June 16, 2008

Stormy Monday

I took these pics a few hours ago outside my apartment window. The clouds are a'swirlin' and a'twirlin'.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The most ridiculous day in New York

I had the craziest day yesterday. Alright, where do I begin?

Luke and I had went out on Friday and slept in rather late on Saturday. We had brilliant plans to meet up with
Molly and some of her friends at a Vampire Weekend concert in Central Park. L had to work a little first, so I met him at WFC for lunch, and then we took a car uptown to 68th and 5th. It was sunny and 90* with humidity. Therefore, before we left, I purchased some sunscreen.

Fast forward twenty minutes. We're stuck in traffic in Tribeca and I peer out the car window to see some leaves that are blowing in a little in the wind. "Luke, the leaves look as though it might rain," I casually observe. "I hope it doesn't though - that would seriously suck."

30 seconds later.... pit, pat, pit, pat on the windshield. It starts to sprinkle. And then pour. By the time we get all the way uptown, it's a full-on storm. We sprint to the nearest awning and stand there to wait it out.

We wait...and wait... and wait. And the rain continues to come down in sheets. An hour later, the sun comes out, but it's still raining. Finally, it stops and the sun is shining. We decided to explore the UES to find some umbrellas before we go to the concert, which has resumed after the weather cooperates.

Eventually, we decide to screw the umbrellas and just walk back to Central Park. We get into the HuGe line to get in. And I get a text from Molly who says that it's raining further downtown at 59th. L and I decide that it will start to pour again and get out of line. So frustrating.

We hail a cab at 68th and Park and head to Times Square to go to see the Incredible Hulk. Weather update: it's still pouring..cats and dogs. We get inside the Regal Theatre and realize that the Hulk isn't showing there! It's at the AMC theatre across the street. Now, usually this wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that it's DOWNPOURING outside. My leather sandals are ruined at this point. We sprint across the street and get some popcorn to console ourselves.

The movie was entertaining, despite the critics' reviews. We leave the theatre and it's raining, but not pouring. Luke wants to get Call of Duty 4, so we walk another four blocks to the Virgin Megastore. After his purchase, we get outside and decide to take a cab home so that I don't have to walk to the subway. We found a cab right away, which was quite lucky. However, the traffic was out.of.control. After wasting $6 and going about 1 block, we hop out and walk down a few avenues to get out of the traffic. By this time, we're both soaked to the bone, ticked off, and suffering from stomach aches from eating too much salty popcorn at the movie. Quite the pair.

Finally, we get a cab closer to the west side highway and arrive home around 11p. A pizza was in order at this point. But thankfully I survived the brutal day served up by my lovely city.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Three New Yorks

So I saw this on an ad in the subway...
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter - the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was borng somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something...commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidarity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.