I gave up on day counting, since I missed a day and a half, so the numbers were getting confusing…
So to start off, if anyone is sitting on the edge of his or her seat, impatiently waiting for an update, sorry I haven’t been dedicated to daily posting. But if I write nothing else about the past 30 or so hours, I have to post this:
1. New York City (mostly Manhattan) reminds me of a cheesy 80s movie on Wall Street. Half of the time I was expecting a penthouse businessman in a leisure suit step out of a limo using his foot long cell phone. Almost every stereotype about NY is true, and I only say almost because I didn’t stay long enough to try and disprove every single one.
2.Bus travel is the worst. By far. I. Hate. It.
But, for my family and friends, here’s what we’ve been up to.
The 76rs and Celtics game was awesome. Being my first professional sporting event, and even more importantly, my favorite sporting event, I was beside myself. It’s amazing how much smaller it feels than on TV. Not at all is that said in a bad way. The stands were packed, but the game felt intimate and involved. It felt like an earthquake when they won, and furthermore it was the coach’s 400th win.
The only bad part being I spilled a 32 oz soda all over the feet of the people in front of me. I think I made an old batty lady very mad at me. Overall though, the attitude at the game was much more receptive than I would have guessed. A good amount of Boston fans dressed in their native garb and speaking offensively, and myself head to waist in Portland gear received no harsh words, and in fact it sparked conversation in my regard.
By the time we arrived at the studio that night we were so exhausted from the game, myself and Ape from the time change, that we barely made it inside without collapsing.
Next morning we woke up bright and early at 6:00 to catch what is called “The Megabus”. I couldn’t contain my excited remarks to ride my first double decker bus. Turns out, its a double tall Greyhound bus, and just as awkward/dirty. I hated this bus.
Arriving in NYC two hours later, the fresh air, concrete, and coffee was a welcome change of scenery. Which soon faded to tired calves, sweat dried faces, disease covered hands, and severe cynicism. But, the sights were something on a level all their own. We started with Rockefeller Center, Trump Tower, and Wall Street. Making a quick stop to get a feel for Central Park, which is hard to see past the mob of people waiting for an overpriced and overrated horse and carriage ride. We then set off to the Staten Island Ferry via the Subway. I have to admit and correct myself earlier. At least in the daytime, the subway is not that bad. In fact it was fun to ride and they make it really easy to track how far and fast the trip really is with the walls plastered with stop lists and huge maps. The ferry was pretty cool, as in, I don’t have any complaints, but not much blew me away. I’m not much of a tourist stop traveler, so a glance to take it in is enough for me.
We took a cab back to the Megabus, which was slightly less painless due to everyone sleeping. But there’s always that one guy within a row from you that suffers from severe sleep apnea, so getting some shuteye was nearly impossible for me. Again, this was a night were I was asleep walking at least an hour before we made it home.
This morning the girls got pedicures, so I had the god given pleasure of sleeping in. I always forget what it means to have that one or two extra hours to sleep in, with my usual schedule doesn’t have me waking up anywhere near before noon. After waking up and getting ready, I got an unavoidable treat: an east coast style slice of pizza. This thing was huge, about an eight inch crust on one slice. Casey put it perfectly, “if everyone at the pizza place ONLY speaks Italian, you know its good pizza”. Afterwards we went to the Rocky steps and statue and got some pictures. I wonder if half the tourists even realize that’s a museum, and not just “the Rocky stairs!!!”. We also dropped by Logan Square, which was something I really wanted to see. One of my favorite bands is from Philly, and the main lyrics from one of their songs is about the fountain in “Logan Circle”. I didn’t realize it was a roundabout with a fountain in the middle, I was expecting more of a city park feel, but the fountain is amazing.
Well, were off to grab some drinks Manayunk, and again, I’ll try to update as close to daily as possible.
Thanks for reading!