So…I just got back from NYC. We tried to cram so many things into just a few days that I’m exhausted. So exhausted that the events I’m going to describe may not be in chronological order. But let’s get on with it, shall we? As the great philosopher and wordsmith Taylor Swift once said, “Welcome to New York!”
After looking at hostels and many sketchy AirBnB listings, Joe, Nick and I decided to stay at the Hudson Hotel, which offered a significant discount if we booked a 4+ day stay and paid in advance. David and Brian stayed at a different hotel. This was the view from our room. Isn’t it gorgeous and full of buildings?
This was our room by the way:
It was pretty close to Times Square. Once you ignore all the piles of garbage bags on the streets, Times Square is beautiful:
We rested for most of our first day, but on our first full day we visited the Statue of Liberty. For over a century, she has stood as the symbol to immigrants that says “Welcome to America.” To give us a more immersive experience of what it was like to be an immigrant, we were asked to wait in a long line, take off our hats and belts, and have our possessions searched through TSA-type security. Then voila! We were on a ferry to see Lady Liberty.
The first thing we saw once we arrived on the island was Lady Liberty with her back to us:
Please turn around, Lady. Ah there we go:
Unfortunately, to get to the top of the crown, we would have had to book many months in advance. So we settled for the pedestal…with views like these:
And here’s the famous Manhattan skyline:
That night we went to the famous Stonewall Inn, a bar and the site of the famous Stonewall riot, which according to Wikipedia, is “widely considered to be the single most important event leading to the gay liberation movement.” Also this: “the Stonewall Inn was the first landmark in New York City to be recognized by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission.” Cool beans.
Upstairs was a drag show hosted by Logan Hardcore, one of the funniest drag shows I’ve ever seen perform. And I’ve seen at least two or three drag shows.
The next day, we went to the Met, which most people know as the place where celebrities gather to show off hideous, unwearable outfits. On normal days there are art exhibitions at the Met as well.
Some of the art seemed kind of wrong to me. Like these people were resting peacefully in their pyramids until somebody dug them (and their tombs) up and put them in a museum:
But I guess it’s important to have old artifacts on display so we can learn more about ancient civilization. For example, this one shows they had selfie sticks even back in the day. Wow:
Afterward we went in search of Rockefeller Center.
Here is Atlas, holding up the world on his shoulders:
Here’s the gold what’s-his-name:
Here’s the gold what’s-his-name zoomed out:
OK I looked up the gold guy. His name is Prometheus, or for people who lisp, that’s Prometheith.
Here is 30 Rock, which surprisingly is not where “30 Rock” was filmed:
But it’s where Saturday Night Live, which “30 Rock” is based on, is filmed. And here is Radio City Music Hall, where the Rockettes are. Rockettes are dancers who specialize in kicking perfectly in sync. I don’t know how they do it. That kind of pressure would drive me to madness.
Then that night (or was it the next night? I’ve lost all sense of space and time), we went to see “Chicago” on Broadway, which received mixed reviews…from us. Joe and Nick loved it, whereas David and I were disappointed by the lack of elaborate sets (the orchestra was on stage, which took up most of the “acting” space)
Here is a pic I borrowed from Nick:
That’s the end of Part 1. Come back tomorrow when I try to remember more events from our trip and have more beautiful pictures to show you.