I've been recuperating from my first trip to New York.
And I really mean recuperating.
Allison, Cody and myself. We survived that great huge big Apple.
Just barely.
After a debilitating 12 hour bus trip from NC we crashed in our run-down Travelodge hotel that was in a place even New Jersey people couldn't find.
We hit the city running that next day and after a day of not knowing where to even start, we attempted the NJ bus system, got lost and ended up being dropped off an aching 45 minutes away from our hotel. After tears and cramping feet and sighs, we were whisked away by 'Britney and Tyler' of Middlesex, New Jersey who agreed to drive us to our hotel in Union.
We slept decently and decided that Union, NJ was too far from the city and checked out that next morning. Took the bus in, then the subway to Greenwich Village where our gracious friend let us leave our baggage in his apartment. Unfortunately, due to other reasons we wouldn't be able to sleep there. We reasoned that since it was New Years Eve, we shouldn't be sleeping much anyway. We ventured out to find somewhere besides Times Square. Battery Park promised fireworks but we got tired of waiting for them and we journeyed to find Allison's friends who claimed to be somewhere around 49th and 8th in Times Square. We could only get as close as 39th and 8th. Fact: You cannot fit 10,000 people within 4 streets. It just isn't feasible.
We left without seeing the aforementioned friends and headed to our next destination that was named Webster Hall, a dance club who was featuring Nero, the dubstep remix master. Fact #2 Cramming too many people into a dark confined place filled with lasers and pumping bass, $5 waters and no cool air isn't as easy as it sounds. We danced and made new memories with the people around us for a few hours until neither Allison or I could breathe and we parted from that Dubstep haven.
We ventured to a pizza place that will forever hold a special place in mine and Cody's hearts for a reason wearing a Rolex and black high-heels and soon we went back to the Village, headed to a coffee shop we had fallen in love with the day previous and proceeded to stay from their opening at 9am to around 1pm when we retrieved our belongings from our com-padre's. Then we ventured to China-town where the bus taking us home would be picking us up that next evening.
We could hardly move and we got one of the only hotel rooms left in China-town and slept soundly for quite a few hours until Allison and I decidedly ventured out yet again, only this time to Queens to visit a dear friend- Jordan.
That evening was filled with laughs, wine, stories, jokes, hugs and promises. We could hardly stand how fantastic that night was. Jordan, if you're reading this, Thank you for such a wonderful night- you don't know how needed it was on my part, even besides the trip. My life needed a new start and new friends and new moments, just of that nature.
We headed home on the subway as I cooed about the movie moments occurring in my head, back to China-town. That next day we attacked with the vigor we thought was lost. Central Park, a late start to a museum, more walking, a perfect couple of restaurants for our last days meals, a few great pictures, magical moments, good friends.
We ate in China and Italy that day. We shopped in New York. We walked next to a lake and then caught a bus near Brooklyn that took us home. A place we couldn't be far enough away from about a week ago, yet we now longed for its embrace.
Home.
North Carolina.
Absolutely nothing like New York and we wouldn't want it any other way.
To sum up:
We went.
We saw.
We survived.
We made it back.
New York, you WILL see me again. And I shall conquer you next time. Don't you worry.
Thanks for an epic survival trip Al and Cody. Seriously.
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