Or capitalizing on a rare extra day in the greatest city on the third rock from the sun
Okay, so as reported in the prior post, I treated myself to an early birthday present by flying to New York for my fantasy hubby's annual winter concert because his solo gigs are my kryptonite. And Southwest with their ginormous sales to Newark airport is my enabler.
DING!, you weak Muthaf*cker.
|PIA to BWI to EWK|
No shit. The first thing that greets me after deplaning is a well stocked bar, open and serving at 7:30 in the freaking morning!! What, are you kidding me?! Yes, please! What. Juice is a legitimate breakfast drink. Don't be judgy.
I had the barkeep take a photo of our little breakfast club.
|bloody marys and mimosas at 7:30am|
these are my peeps
After checking in at the Four Points Sheraton in Soho, I found myself with an entire afternoon to kill. Soho is one of the coolest neighborhoods in Manhattan. The volume of restaurants and attractions is overwhelming, but thanks to the Yelp! app (thank you again, my dearest iPhone), I found a little eatery close by serving up delectable barbecued brisket.
|can't speak for the coffee, but the food is great|
After stuffing my maw, I walked the 25 or so blocks to the Chelsea Market. Yeah, I bitch and moan about walking the THREE blocks from the Special K to Macy's, but I don't even think twice about trekking 25+ blocks in the Apple.
Geo and I went through the Market back in December. The building is filled with restaurants, bakeries, and specialty stores. I bought way too many cards and baked goods.
|vibrant interior of chelsea market|
|a theme restaurant where the gargoyles insult you|
|stay off the moors!!|
|still bummed this went condo|
|winner of the ugliest garments award|
this was on madison ave...MADISON FUCKING AVE
we didn't look for a price tag because you
just know that shit is crazy expensive
|i'm a sucker for big stuff on buildings|
|i love you so hard, new york nerds|
Wait, what?!? JACQUES TORRES CHOCOLATE SHOP RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER FROM MY HOTEL??!? HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS???! Seriously. I've been staying at this Soho hotel for three years now. How did this escape me? P.S.: the dark chocolate with lemon is drool worthy. Mmmmm... The next day's trip proffered this big ass cookie for FREE! Score!
That bad boy is sitting on the table at another great little find, The Hudson Diner. The BEST crispy bacon I have ever eaten. EVER! These guys need to teach all cooks their trick because their salty side dish is goddamn perfection. Not that I have an opinion or anything.
For as many times as I've feed my Rhett obsession traveling to Winery shows, I have never had an extra day after the show to just hang out and enjoy the city. I usually fly in one day only to fly out at some unholy early hour the next morning. Since this concert was Wednesday night and I didn't have to be at work until Saturday, I had an entire 24 hours to do whatever, with whomever, and that whomever was my sister, Laura.
I treasure my time spent with Laura. She's lived away from home since I was 12, but she and I have always been tight. I would stay with her in Connecticut for weeks at a time in the summer when I was a teenager. (God bless her little round head) We're very similar, she and I--same sense of humor, same political bent, same love of the f-bomb--only she's way smarter than me and she's one of the kindest, most generous individuals I've ever known. She's one of my favorite people on Earth. I'm blessed to share the same gene pool as her. (She also way better at English grammar than I.)
Anywho, we met at Penn Station and proceeded to walk 22,000 steps (what?!) all over a sun-kissed Manhattan. We walked the 40+ blocks up Madison to a Caldar exhibit, stopping here and there, drinking in the diverse architecture and talking the entire time. Don't even ask me about what. It's a female phenomena. Talking non-stop, covering a multitude of subjects none of which can be conjured up later to share with the husbands.
i have never traversed through this magnificent
green space the same way twice
|sisters on the castle lookout|
Before we knew it, it was after 4, and time for Laura to catch the train home. I can't even tell you how long it's been since she and I spent a day in the city alone together. I had a blast. Hopefully it won't be the last time we waste a day in the city.
But wait, the day wasn't over yet. There was an entire evening ahead!
Can I get a Woot! Woot!
First up... Happy Hour. Even though I've spent numerous phone calls drinking wine simultaneously with my friend, Marcy, we've never had the opportunity to spend an actual happy hour together. We met at a cozy, nameless wine bar nestled between a liquor store and Starbucks on Madison between 95th and 96th. The narrow establishment only sat about 15 total around the bar and stools that lined the short wall. It was great to catch up over a couple of glasses of mellow red (Conundrum) coupled with a perfectly matched cheese plate and tomato bruschetta while listening to Gigi, the gorgeous wine tender's awesome Pandora station. I believe it was Mumford and Sons.
FYI, time moves way too quickly when you're having fun. Two hours sped by in a blink of an eye, and Marcy and I parted ways flush from good wine and even better conversation.
Last stop of the evening was midtown Margaritas and Mexican with our nephew Zach and Kelly. I'm not going to lie to ya, things were getting a little fuzzy after all the wine and now tequila. The food helped stave off some of the slurring. A wee bit anyway. Okay, none. I was a mess, but my delightful companions didn't seem to mind.
You know what, it's so awesome having grown up nieces and nephews to hang out with. They were lovely kids and now they're wonderful adults who are a blast to be around. Zach directs for music festivals and the HuffPo online news, so it's great fun to swap horror stories of our mutual maddening business.
The three plus hours whizzed by like a shot. At 11:30, I poured myself into a cab and headed south to my ridiculously comfortable hotel bed, happy to have lived another day surrounded by humans I adore.