So I am back from New York, sitting in my office overlooking Market Street, just above the Starbucks and Subway Sandwich shop. It was an enjoyable trip but also dissapointing in that I didn't get to do as much as I wanted to.
If we had been able to get the training done much earlier on Saturday then I would have had that whole day to do stuff and run around Manhattan.
My co-worker called me up around 11pm Saturday night. I had fallen asleep but really wanted to go out so I told him I would meet him downstairs in 10 minutes. We got in a cab and I told the cab driver to take us to 7th Ave and Beecher. That is the corner that Sushi Samba is located. As we were walking up to the place I noticed that no very many people where in there. I thought that was great because there is a tendency for that place to get overpacked. When we got up to the front door we found out why it was empty. The doorman said that no one was going to be allowed in unless they had dinner reservations. So basically that place was going to be dead all night.
We started walking around the village to see if we could find a cool place to hang out. We probably walked for about half an hour or so, keeping a mental note of all the places we were walking past. We ended up at this place called Chow Bar. I ordered us two drinks. A Mojito for my co-worker and a Macallan for me. It cost $22!!! This was way crazy. In San Franciso these drinks would run us $16 tops. And I don't care what you believe, the cost of living is greater in the San Francisco Bay Area than it is in New York. Then right after we were served they said it was last call. It was only midnight for christs sake. We didn't complain too much because there was a very bad odor that started to fill the bar/restaurant. Like a dead wet rat. It definitely wasn't a fart.
So we finished our drinks and walked out to the street. Luckily there was a small bar/club right next door. This place was called Absolutely 4th. It was on 4th Street and 7th Ave. Avenues run north-south in Manhattan, Streets run east-west.
So we popped in and it was a pretty happening place. We were able to get a couple of stools on the bar and ordered our drinkgs. They couldn't make Mojitos so my co-worker had a Martini. The total for our drinks was $24!!! You know, no where else in New York were we charged such outrageous prices for drinks. It was weird.
We decided to stay anyway because overall the place was pretty cool. We had drinks and shot the shit. We were talking hella shit about the people we work with. Now don't get me wrong. I love almost everyone we work with, but just like you talk shit about that cousin you love but keeps fucking up, we had to vent a little about out work "family".
We ordered some fries so we could have something to munch on while we drank. They brought out the biggest plate of fries ever! They were large homestyle fries, not the small McDonalds kind. The fries had some kind of mystical powers over women. We were soon swarmed by womenz who wanted to know about the fries. They didn't want to eat them but they seemed to use the fries as some kind of icebreaker to start a conversation.
There were two women who after just exchanges a few sentences with were all like, "you guys HAVE to be from California." We asked them how they could tell so fast and they said it was because of how friendly we were. They went on to say that people in New York are not very friendly to strangers and the dudes aren't the best when it comes to talking to women.
We got pretty hammered just sitting there drinking and talking to chicks until about 4am. We took a cab back to the hotel and I got on my laptop. I had a drunken conversation with ezi. I probably scared her or something. I also talked to my gay stalker. I finally just set him straight (not that kind of straight). I told him that I am a HETERO not a HOMO. I love WOMEN not MEN. I like BOOBIES not WEINERS. We will see if he keeps his aggressive flirting in check now.
I woke up with a helluva hangover on Sunday. I really really did not want to be sick since I had to check out of the hotel at 12pm and would have no place to puke. I felt on the verge of puking a few times but I was able to not puke. I left my bags with the conceirge (sp?) and went out to explore New York for a couple of hours.
I went to Rays Famous Pizza and had a slice. It was pretty good and settled my stomach. Then I walked to Central Park and ran smack dab into the New York City Marathon. There was a live band, Pretty Suicide, that had set up next to the course and was putting on a live show. They were really good and I bought a DVD of their shows. I took some pictures too. It was pretty neat wathing the marathon and how everyone would cheer for every single runner that would go by. I bet that is one of the things that makes it possible for these people to run 26 miles in like 2 1/2 to 3 hours.
I busted across the marathon route to get to Central Park. I thought about sprinting down the course since the finish line was only a mile away but then I tought that I would just end up on the news as the asshole that only ran the last mile of the NYC Marathon. P Diddy was running the marathon and if I would have seen himm go by then I probably would have done it, even if it would have ended up on those higlight reels of the worst momenst in sports history.
The park was pretty. I walked around and took pictures. It would be the perfect park to walk around hand in hand with a girl. The park is so huge and there are so many places where you can sneak off on your own to snuggle and kiss. Of course I have no one, so blah! I found a nice place and sat down to just enjoy the scenery. After a while these dudes came by carrying musical instruments. They were like an old rag time jazz band, only they were really young. They started playing and stuff so I sat there and listened to them for about an hour. I bought a CD from them and will probably listen to it today. They were called The Blue Vipers of Brooklyn.
After listening to them for a while I ran back to the hotel to catch a cab to JFK airport. We got there surprisingly fast even with all of the Marathon traffic and detours. My flight was scheduled to take off at 6pm. We boarded at 5:30 but then we were stuck on the tarmac for like an hour. There was a huge line of planes sitting there waiting to get the OK to take off. It totally sucked. So I didn't get home last night until like 10:30pm and then I had to go right to bed.
I hope I get to go back to New York soon. There is just way too much more that I want to see and do.
9:00 a.m. - 2003-11-03
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