|View from our 33rd floor hotel room in Midtown.|
Actually, we went because we were put on a wait list for tickets to
The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon.
It was quite the ordeal
and Monte had been trying for months.
So he booked flights.
We were supposed to find out if we got into the show anywhere from 2 weeks to 2 days before the show. They wait list 500 people and grant tickets to 250.
We did not get in.
Monte’s convinced it was because of our age
due to the amount of times he was asked online.
But New York was fantastic without The Tonight Show--from beginning to end.
From the airport, our driver ran right into the Veteran’s Day parade that was happening in front of our hotel.
There was a Veteran’s Day ceremony at the airport back in Ohio too.
We walked 10,000 steps most days before lunch.
We saw the park from a pedi-cab pedaled by a native New Yorker who was gracious to all our questions even if he clearly seemed to be struggling and out of breath getting us around the park.
We saw the most incredible dinosaur fossils I’ve ever seen.
|Been there, done that, got the scarf.|
Most of the water fountains did not work and I’d never been more thirsty in my life.
Some of the fountains looked like this:
They didn’t work either.
Then we got lost in the Ancient Asian Peoples exhibit.
It turned into a maze even though we took different turns every time.
We were always led back to a life size mannequin of Attila the Hun.
I had to use the bathroom desperately,
I was still super thirsty,
I was so tired I was slap happy
and I never wanted to say a bad word more
than when we ran into Attila the Hun for the 487th time!
But I didn’t.
Mainly because I knew I’d pee my pants if I did.
We ate Ray’s pizza and Lindy’s cheesecake and lobster and some fancy meal that Monte wasn’t allowed to make any substitutions too lest he offend the chef.
|Wearing a bib on my birthday is a good thing.|
We saw Wicked!
It was so amazing that I don’t think I moved from the edge of my seat the entire length of the musical.
We closed our eyes during cab rides that we didn’t think we’d survive.
Monte argued about transportation prices.
I bought a purse from a guy’s cart on the street.
We looked up.
We looked around.
|One of the fountains on the site of the World Trade Center.|
Look at the rays of sunlight!
|Grand Central Terminal (not Station like everyone says).|
We just happened upon this.
We looked over and Hoda and Kathy Lee waved at us like they were waiting on us to show up.
Then a cop told us to “keep it moving.”
We noticed things:
•New York is not a city that I could well navigate easily on crutches or in a wheelchair.
We could barely keep up on two feet.
•Pedestrian signs are merely suggestions.
People crossed streets RIGHT IN FRONT OF TRAFFIC.
We saw one guy touch the hood of a cab almost in a dare
when the light was clearly glaring the red stoppy-stop hand.
•Driving lanes are only suggestions too.
Drivers weave in and out and sometimes
remain right in-between lanes.
•Everyone honks their horn all the time.
I don’t think I’ve ever honked a horn in all of my vehicles PUT TOGETHER
as much as a driver in New York City.
I wonder if they ever wear out…?
•No one wore jeans.
Except for me.
Our first night we saw a guy pushing a shopping cart full of aluminum cans.
He was wearing khakis.
The guy I bought a purse from
was wearing black pants.
Even though everyone was walking everywhere.
Monte and I so wished we’d brought tennis shoes.
Our feet hurt every night.
We once had a cab driver say they wouldn’t take us to our restaurant because it was only 4 blocks away.
He told us to walk.
I had on heels and had been walking all day.
It was very clear I wasn’t in New York shape.
We live walking distance to LOTS of shopping.
I need to stop getting into my car and walk, already!
•Everyone wore predominantly black.
Except for the bald guy with two huge loop earrings that came up behind Monte on the sidewalk and told him it looked like he was wearing a flesh yarmulke.
He was wearing bright red, head to toe.
And he was bald.
So who was he to point fingers?
•NO ONE was wearing a football jersey or t-shirt or sweatshirt or even a ball cap on Saturday.
We live in a HUGE college football town so this was a nice little break.
Not that I dislike sports, I just like that there is a city that MANY things
can happen in it on a Saturday that don’t all revolve around a ball.
•Everyone we talked to (cab, pedi-cab, Uber drivers, waiters, etc.) loved Donald Trump.
They were all from very different backgrounds.
They all had very specific reasons why.
In conclusion, I love New York!
It energized me in the same way the beach relaxes me.
It caused us to spend WAY more time outdoors in November
than we would’ve spent if we’d been back in Ohio.
I liked that.
I wouldn’t want to live there because I’d miss space and my own yard and getting around easily without massive amounts of traffic.
But I certainly want to go back every few years.