This past weekend Jimmy and I went to NYC... here's our little adventure!
Our alarms went off at the ass crack of dawn that morning. You couldn't even really call it morning at that time; I like to refer to 3:40 am as night time. You would think I would be used to that time of day working nights and all. 3:40 am is my prime-time! Meds, lab draws, vital signs, check in on the kiddos time. Usually around then I am either praising or cursing the "counts Gods." Platelets of 19, AGH! Hemoglobin 7.9, Son of A!! But you get that platelet count of 21 or the hemoglobin of 8.1 and there you are, sitting at the nurses station staring at that oh so holy number on your computer screen and you declare: "Hallelujah! Praise! Thank you Jesus!" So ya, that's usually what I am up to at 3:40 am. But, I was not doing that this past Friday. This past Friday I was getting ready for a weekend in NYC! It is hard to get mad at an alarm clock when it is waking you up to spend a much needed weekend away with my boo. I headed out to Dallas Love Field, waded my way through the Starbucks line, and settled in at my favorite airlines gate: Virgin America. Their planes are swank and their colors are red and purple... and I love me some purple. Easily impressed, as you can see. I am, admittedly, a nervous flier. I have a morbid curiosity about plane crashes and have read about most of the more well-known ones. Weird, I know. I used to think flying was the most exciting thing in the world when I was little, but now, with all my weird research and after 9/11, flying just scares me. And believe me, I know I have a much higher chance of dying in a car crash, but this is my fear, my blog, and I can cry if I want to...or something like that. Since I am here now writing this, you can see I made it there and back without a scratch. Phew. We landed in NYC and made our way to the hotel, checked in, and set out on our adventure! We decided to be super tourists and have lunch at the Central Park Boathouse Cafe.
This restaurant has been in a couple of movies, like 27 Dresses, and... well that's all I can think of right now, but I'm sure there are others. It is a really pretty place, right on this little lake in Central Park, with all the tables outside. There are two different bars where you can sell your first born for a beer or glass of wine and wait for your table. That's pretty much where the sparkle of this place ends. They told us our table would be ready in 45 minutes, and seeing how we were on vacation, had no problem waiting. Well, 45 minutes came and went. And so did an hour. And so did an hour and 20 minutes. We checked in with the hostess twice, which either did nothing or pushed us back further on the list for annoying her. Jimmy wanted to leave, but hell, I'd already been waiting that long, I want my table! We finally got seated, not on the water I might add (probably another snub for annoying her highness the hostess--I have nothing towards hostess's, I was one once, but this one was surly and mean). The food was meh, and we left a lot poorer than we came in. But we enjoyed each others company and got to check out a famous NYC hot spot. It is probably one of those places you could go once and then never, ever return. Lunch at the Boathouse took up most of our afternoon and it was now early evening. We strolled through Central Park, which I LOVE. It's such a beautiful park and I just wanted to lay down and make grass-angels. We then went to Levain Bakery to pick up some of the world's best cookies. I don't know if they have won that award or if that award exists, but they should. If you are ever in NYC, go to Levain's. You will NOT be sorry. We headed back to our hotel to freshen up for dinner, made the mistake of lying down, and woke up almost three hours later. Whoops. Well, what are vacations for, am I right? We got up, righted our bed-head, threw on some clothes and headed back out into the busy city. We were staying really close to Times Square so we made our way over there. I have heard people that live in NYC hate Times Square, and I can understand that. It's busy, loud, tourist-riddled, and crowded. That being said, I LOVE IT. I love standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle, looking up, and feeling like a child in a world full of lights and magic. I know in reality it's just a bunch of lit up billboards, but I think there is a little piece of magic down there. I can't explain it, but it's just so pretty. We fought our way through the crowds and ate dinner at a place called John's Pizzeria. The pizza joint is off Times Square in an old church. Their pizza is nom, nom. Pizza is my diet kryptonite and this place was worth it! We walked around a little more after that and called it a night back at the hotel. Old farts, eh?
On Saturday, we woke up early, ate breakfast at the hotel, and went off to start our day. We bought a bus tour, because, duh... tourists, and hopped on. We listened to some of the history of NYC on the bus, which I always find to be fascinating. We hopped off the bus and headed down to the 9/11 Memorial. We were in NYC last November and visited the 9/11 Memorial Museum, which if you are going to NYC, it is a must see. Allow yourself some time to go through it because the collection of artifacts is vast. I thought the museum was very well done. It was haunting, heartbreaking, and beautiful.
Since we had already visited the museum, we just went to the fountain memorials to see them again. I think the memorial is incredible. I can't imagine what it was like to be there that day. To feel like your world was crumbling around you. I ache for the fear of the people who didn't make it and for the heartbreak it caused for those left behind. I still remember where I was that day. 8th grade English, Ms. Newman's class. She let us watch TV for the rest of the period while our thirteen-year-old brains tried to fathom what was happening to the world. It is a day that will stick with me forever as I am sure it will with every other person who was alive on that day. After leaving the fountains, we stopped in at a pub and relaxed for a bit. We then went to West Village, which is a cute area of the city with shops and brownstones. We got some lunch and ice cream and headed back to the hotel to get ready for our evening. We were going to Broadway to see Aladdin! If anyone of you has even the slightest Disney obsession like I do, I would definitely check out this Broadway play. It was phenomenal!! The costumes were magnificent, the songs perfection ("A whole new worrrrllldddddddddd," Oh, its not okay to sing along? Right, sorry, I'll sit back down), and the whole thing was just superb. Disney's got it going on.
After the play, Jimmy took me to the Knickerbocker Hotel and up to their rooftop bar. The view of Times Square from up high was WOW! Jimmy is an accountant (Director of Shared Accounting Services--offical title, I'm bragging on my husband, get over it) for a company named Highgate Hotels and the Knick is one that they manage. It is a truly beautiful hotel. They have a ton of hotels in NYC that he knows the ins and outs of. Again, we left the Knick poorer than when we came in, but I loved it up there. The pictures I posted don't do the view justice. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.
Sunday was a little more relaxed. We slept in and took our time going to lunch. We ate at the famous Katz's Deli, had pastrami sandwiches the size of our heads, and promptly left the craziness that is that restaurant. It was insane in there. I also didn't love the sandwich... eek! I just admitted that out loud. Man, 0-2 on famous NYC eateries. It's the little hole in the walls that have the best food, right? For example, the best Chinese food I have EVER had was tucked away on a quiet side street in Edinburgh, Scotland. Who knew? After the deli, Jimmy and I decided to take in another Broadway play. This time we went to see A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder.
It was hilarious, smart, and wonderfully acted. The plot is about a poor man in 1900 England who finds out he is actually royalty of sorts. He is eighth in line to become an Earl. He starts to realize he will never get to be Earl that far back in line, and to impress the woman he loves, he decides to kill all seven relatives that precede him. As you can imagine, what ensues is pretty great. After the play we got some dinner and went back to the hotel to relax for the rest of the night. Poor Jimmy had to get up the next morning to work and I had to catch a flight back to Dallas.
It was hard to leave Jimmy in NYC (he is working there this week, which is why we went up) and come back all by myself. NYC is a crazy city. Its loud, crowded, and boisterous. But I do love all of its hidden treasures. I am so grateful that Jimmy and I got to spend that time together exploring. My heart is full.
Well that about sums up our little trip. Any trips you are taking or have taken this summer that you enjoyed? I hope everyone gets the chance to do a little exploring every now and then.
Until next time,