new york!
Day One - Thursday
The usual abundance of orthodox Jews on my New York bound flight were no where to be found. Now, as some of you may know, and as fewer of you may care, orthodox Jews are a staple of Jet Blue flights – just as important as the delicious light snacks and multiple TV channels. But surprisingly, this plane is still full. Of hipsters. Who are nothing like orthodox jews. I was perplexed for about half a second until I realised it was a Thursday afternoon: If the orthodox Jews of Long Beach are bound anywhere – it’s to their office chairs, not New York. Orthos have jobs, and hipsters don’t. Seeing as I was playing hookie from school today, I guess I am one step closer to being hipster, and one step farther away from being orthodox.
But on the subway to Amy's, I realised that if I can't be hipster, and if I can't be orthodox, maybe I can at least have cornrows.
And if I can, I most definitely want them to look like this:
Day Two - Friday
Amy was at work all day, so I was left to my own devices. I did a LOT of window shopping in Soho, but that got old, so I hopped on the train (well, three trains) and found myself in a very Polish area of Brooklyn. I visited Kevie:
a darling boy who graduated from USC and now goes to culinary school in NY. He cooked up some delicious pasta and we ate it while watching the Food Network. It was all very culinary. Afterwards, I decided to do some more exploring and wandered around Brooklyn. I loved Brooklyn so much I decided to honor it with some mediocre pictures:
I soon found myself in a little tea shop. The boy working recommended the peppermint tea, but I wanted to get the cardomom flavor. Well, the kind boy (lets call him Michael, because that is his name) allowed me to MIX my tea flavors. So I had some cardamom-peppermint-earl grey tea. We bonded over our love of tea a bit more, and then I rushed off to meet up with Billy, a jazz pianist I met last year. I sipped my concoction while Billy ate pizza and proceeded to tell me amazing stories about his piano adventures in the city.
We parted ways in Union Square, where I wandered about while on the phone with Jared. As much as I love the city, it can be lonely and cold – while Jared happens to be good company and warm, which is always an amazing combination if you ask me. (But, unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing for oversteeped cardamom/earl grey/peppermint)
The highlight of Union Square was waiting in a 20 minute line for a 2 dollar apple at Whole Foods. Well worth it, because it was possibly the best apple ever had - a crispness matched by no other. Soon after, Amy and I went back down to Brooklyn for grocery shopping. It was cheap, and 3 hours later, was also very delicious.
Day Three - Saturday
Amy and I went down to buy lots of silver flats in Union Square. We parted, and I spent a good chunk of time in the park at a fair. I almost bought a really big beautiful bag, but instead i bought a vegatable peeler. If everything I own is in thin slices, then why on earth would I need a big bag? And then I bought another apple in Union Square. It was just as delicious as yesterday. I came back to Amy's, and we tried to peel things.
Success: Pickles
Failure: Frozen fruit
We probably could have entertained ourselves with that for a while, but we had to get ready for the night.
We prettied, and posed...
And then hopped in a cab to the Union Square W.
Day Four - Sunday
That morning Amy and I ventured over to this super cute bakery on the lower east side advertised to us by Bernadette, a friend of my sister's. We also brought along delicious sandwiches (full of super thin slices of pickles, of course) and had a central park picnic. It also happened to be the day of the marathon. We watched the runners, consumed our goodies, and felt like fat jerks.
Amy and I parted ways, and I ventured over two blocks to the ever so conveniently located Met. Half way into enjoying the Van Gogh exhibit immensely, Billy joined me in full bearded glory.
He arrived 10 minutes before the museum closed, so we enjoyed some Romanian tea while he told me of some good Brooklyn concert venues.
But sans concert going partner, I did my new favorite New York activity.
I bought another apple at Union Square.
On a side note, I think I am pretty obsessed with the subway system. I can go anywhere very easily, and be entertained by musicians, people watch my heart out, and never have to worry about parking. And then I found a sign that the subways kind of like me too.
Day Five - Monday
After an Au Bon Pain breakfast of chicken soup with Amy, I went down to the Fashion District to meet up with Katherine. The Free People sample sale was a bust, but the earl grey and bagels at the Fashion District's Au Bon Pain were delicious.
After a bit more shopping, and after finding this cow on the way to the restroom
I hopped on the subway with Katherine and she gave me a little tour of Columbia/Barnard. Absolutely breathtaking!
That night Amy and I had our last dinner at Spring Street Natural - a deliciously healthy place in Soho with great service and even better carrot cake.
I really wanted to ice skate in Central Park, but Amy was a party pooper. Instead, we spent the evening on Craigs List and it was a lot warmer and definitely funnier than Central Park.
Day Six - Tuesday
The entire trip Amy had been accusing my of being hipster, and I vehemently denied it. I also accused her of being hipster, which she too denied. That morning I had breakfast and pizza in Washington Square Park with Amy and Mark Hunter.
Amy him if he thought he was hipster.
He denied it.
That was funny.
The pizza was not funny.
It was only delicious.
Pizza consumed, and suit case in tow - one subway and one flight later, I was in LA.
I remember Claire asking me why I was going to NY for so long and I said, "everone takes three day trips. I dont want to just go to new york, i want to fucking go to new york."
Well, now I know the point of a 3 day trip. I enjoyed myself immensely, but I couldnt be happier to be back.
The usual abundance of orthodox Jews on my New York bound flight were no where to be found. Now, as some of you may know, and as fewer of you may care, orthodox Jews are a staple of Jet Blue flights – just as important as the delicious light snacks and multiple TV channels. But surprisingly, this plane is still full. Of hipsters. Who are nothing like orthodox jews. I was perplexed for about half a second until I realised it was a Thursday afternoon: If the orthodox Jews of Long Beach are bound anywhere – it’s to their office chairs, not New York. Orthos have jobs, and hipsters don’t. Seeing as I was playing hookie from school today, I guess I am one step closer to being hipster, and one step farther away from being orthodox.
But on the subway to Amy's, I realised that if I can't be hipster, and if I can't be orthodox, maybe I can at least have cornrows.
And if I can, I most definitely want them to look like this:
Day Two - Friday
Amy was at work all day, so I was left to my own devices. I did a LOT of window shopping in Soho, but that got old, so I hopped on the train (well, three trains) and found myself in a very Polish area of Brooklyn. I visited Kevie:
a darling boy who graduated from USC and now goes to culinary school in NY. He cooked up some delicious pasta and we ate it while watching the Food Network. It was all very culinary. Afterwards, I decided to do some more exploring and wandered around Brooklyn. I loved Brooklyn so much I decided to honor it with some mediocre pictures:
I soon found myself in a little tea shop. The boy working recommended the peppermint tea, but I wanted to get the cardomom flavor. Well, the kind boy (lets call him Michael, because that is his name) allowed me to MIX my tea flavors. So I had some cardamom-peppermint-earl grey tea. We bonded over our love of tea a bit more, and then I rushed off to meet up with Billy, a jazz pianist I met last year. I sipped my concoction while Billy ate pizza and proceeded to tell me amazing stories about his piano adventures in the city.
We parted ways in Union Square, where I wandered about while on the phone with Jared. As much as I love the city, it can be lonely and cold – while Jared happens to be good company and warm, which is always an amazing combination if you ask me. (But, unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing for oversteeped cardamom/earl grey/peppermint)
The highlight of Union Square was waiting in a 20 minute line for a 2 dollar apple at Whole Foods. Well worth it, because it was possibly the best apple ever had - a crispness matched by no other. Soon after, Amy and I went back down to Brooklyn for grocery shopping. It was cheap, and 3 hours later, was also very delicious.
Day Three - Saturday
Amy and I went down to buy lots of silver flats in Union Square. We parted, and I spent a good chunk of time in the park at a fair. I almost bought a really big beautiful bag, but instead i bought a vegatable peeler. If everything I own is in thin slices, then why on earth would I need a big bag? And then I bought another apple in Union Square. It was just as delicious as yesterday. I came back to Amy's, and we tried to peel things.
Success: Pickles
Failure: Frozen fruit
We probably could have entertained ourselves with that for a while, but we had to get ready for the night.
We prettied, and posed...
And then hopped in a cab to the Union Square W.
Day Four - Sunday
That morning Amy and I ventured over to this super cute bakery on the lower east side advertised to us by Bernadette, a friend of my sister's. We also brought along delicious sandwiches (full of super thin slices of pickles, of course) and had a central park picnic. It also happened to be the day of the marathon. We watched the runners, consumed our goodies, and felt like fat jerks.
Amy and I parted ways, and I ventured over two blocks to the ever so conveniently located Met. Half way into enjoying the Van Gogh exhibit immensely, Billy joined me in full bearded glory.
He arrived 10 minutes before the museum closed, so we enjoyed some Romanian tea while he told me of some good Brooklyn concert venues.
But sans concert going partner, I did my new favorite New York activity.
I bought another apple at Union Square.
On a side note, I think I am pretty obsessed with the subway system. I can go anywhere very easily, and be entertained by musicians, people watch my heart out, and never have to worry about parking. And then I found a sign that the subways kind of like me too.
Day Five - Monday
After an Au Bon Pain breakfast of chicken soup with Amy, I went down to the Fashion District to meet up with Katherine. The Free People sample sale was a bust, but the earl grey and bagels at the Fashion District's Au Bon Pain were delicious.
After a bit more shopping, and after finding this cow on the way to the restroom
I hopped on the subway with Katherine and she gave me a little tour of Columbia/Barnard. Absolutely breathtaking!
That night Amy and I had our last dinner at Spring Street Natural - a deliciously healthy place in Soho with great service and even better carrot cake.
I really wanted to ice skate in Central Park, but Amy was a party pooper. Instead, we spent the evening on Craigs List and it was a lot warmer and definitely funnier than Central Park.
Day Six - Tuesday
The entire trip Amy had been accusing my of being hipster, and I vehemently denied it. I also accused her of being hipster, which she too denied. That morning I had breakfast and pizza in Washington Square Park with Amy and Mark Hunter.
Amy him if he thought he was hipster.
He denied it.
That was funny.
The pizza was not funny.
It was only delicious.
Pizza consumed, and suit case in tow - one subway and one flight later, I was in LA.
I remember Claire asking me why I was going to NY for so long and I said, "everone takes three day trips. I dont want to just go to new york, i want to fucking go to new york."
Well, now I know the point of a 3 day trip. I enjoyed myself immensely, but I couldnt be happier to be back.
posted by judyprays at 2:14 PM
2 Comments:
gee, it's funny AND cute!
"I almost bought a really big beautiful bag, but instead i bought a vegatable peeler. If everything I own is in thin slices, then why on earth would I need a big bag?"
You should sell this joke to Mitch Hedburg.
Post a Comment
<< Home