As I mentioned last week, the hubs and I took a little trip to New York City this past weekend for our anniversary. The original plan was to just go up Saturday afternoon and return Sunday morning, but he figured out a way to cut his trip to Brazil short, thus enabling us to get up there Friday night. This allowed us to do a few extra things, such as have sushi that night at a really great place I had eaten at 2 years prior, sleep in on Saturday, and have all day to explore the city. All good things.
Once we dragged our tired asses out of bed Saturday morning (the first number on the clock may have been a double digit), the hubs ran across the street to one of about 4 Starbucks on that block, and returned with a much needed latte . . . and a few other things:
He may have felt a little bad about not really getting me a present (I told him no gifts), since I got him a car and all, so he picked up some chocolates, a tiny cab and a card to go with the latte. I assured him that we were fine since he was basically giving me NYC for my anniversary, and that was enough, but he’s a gifter. He can’t help it.
The day was off to an auspicious start as we headed out from the hotel towards 30 Rock to go to the Top of the Rock. I had never really done the touristy thing in NYC, since the one and only time I was there, 2 years ago at BlogHer, my time was filled with conferencing and some brief walking around (I did get to experience Times Square, which was enough for a lifetime!). So, this time, I wanted to do as many touristy things as time allowed. First stop was the closest super tall building we could find, so I could get a view of the whole city.
See? Proof that I was there! You even get to see the view from up top! What? Ok, fine . . . here’s the real thing:
And speaking of Central Park . . . that was to be our next destination. That was the one place that I regret not having the chance to visit the last time I was in NYC, because it was a mere 3 blocks away. I just never had the time or opportunity. So, we descended from the 60-something stories of 30 Rock, and landed in the bowels of the building, only to come out on top of the ice skating rink! It wasn’t quite open yet, but they were preparing it, so it was close. But I was happy to at least get to see it, even if I didn’t get to skate. It will happen, damnit! Someday . . .
On our way to Central Park, we stopped at a Jamba Juice and picked up some smoothies and sandwiches, so we could cop a squat in Central Park and eat a late lunch. Our dinner reservations weren’t until 11:00 that night (after the show), so we figured we’d eat something and hoped it would do us until dinner (it didn’t). We opted not to take a horse drawn carriage ride, and instead just hoofed it into the park ourselves, where we parked our derrieres on a grassy knoll and ate our little lunch. It was pretty bizarre being surrounded by trees and grass and huge rocks and streams, then looking up behind us and seeing massive buildings towering over our heads. Surreal. As we walked further in to the Park (which is massive by the way), we began to see some very Central Parky type things. Basically, if you’ve seen a TV show or movie shot in NYC, you’ve probably seen these things at some point. This is a very famous walk:
And this next picture just screams Central Park to me. As in, this is exactly what I envision when someone says “Central Park,” even though I have never previously been:
At this point, we realized that we needed to start heading back to the hotel so we would have enough time to get ready for the show. We only made it about a quarter of the way into the Park , so I definitely want to return and get to experience the rest at some point. Did I mention that it’s huge? Yeah.
When we got back to our hotel room, this was waiting for us:
Very beautiful, and from my husband. Gorgeous roses, a bottle of really good champagne (we’ll get to that), and my favorite . . . chocolate covered strawberries.
Now, I’m not usually a big champagne drinker, but I figured I’d open it and we could have a glass while getting ready for the show. But let’s go back and review, shall we? Because this is where it starts to get interesting . . .
– A latte for breakfast
– Smallish sandwich and smoothie for lunch
– Lots and lots of walking around the streets of New York City
Add all of those together, and you will get two pretty hungry people with empty stomachs. Even though we had not planned it, we decided to order some room service, since we didn’t think we’d make it until 11:00 without some food. Well, that was a debacle, as they forgot one of the two things we ordered, so we ended up having to split an ahi tuna wrap. Which was fine, because that, along with a few strawberries, basically tided us over. Oh yeah, and we also drank the entire bottle of champagne. It was just really really good, so I kept pouring more glasses. We split the bottle, but honestly I probably had 4 glasses to his 3.
Once we were all clean and dressed purdy, we decided to take a cab to the theater. Now, we definitely could have walked, as it was really only about 6 blocks away (big NYC blocks, but still), but I was wearing some super high heels and didn’t want to take the chance of killing myself trying to hurry in those things, or killing my feet by walking too much. So, cab it was. Although, we ended up having to walk about 3 blocks anyway, because the cab driver had no idea where he was going, so at one point we just got out and walked it. We made it with just enough time to get to the bar, get a “double” glass of wine in a sippy cup, and settle into our 12 inch wide seats for the show (seriously, I got real cozy with the stranger to my left. In some cultures, we are now betrothed).
Well, the wine was delicious (and gone by the intermission) and the show was hysterical. I would highly recommend it, unless you are easily offended, especially by any religious satire, because holy hell, they really go far out there with it. I loved it. The hubs . . . not so much.
Once the show was over, we really needed to book it to the restaurant. In fact, we were so worried about making it on time, and trying to find a cab to get us there, we had to turn down the very generous offer of a backstage tour after the show from a friend’s husband who works sound for the show. I was so sad, but the hubs was really nervous, so I deferred to his OCDness and we just left right after the end of the show. We did, in fact, have some trouble finding a cab, so we started walking a bit, hoping we could get one once away from the theater and everyone else who was trying to get one. However, once we started walking, we realized that we were not that far away, and that we had enough time . . . so we foregoed the cab and just kept walking, which was not the original plan.
So, of course . . . I twisted my ankle and fell onto the sidewalk. Because, of course. But, I soldiered on, and we eventually made it to the restaurant. Where I ran to the bathroom to check the carnage, and saw this:
So sexy. And yes, the stockings came right off and were placed into the trash right there at the restaurant. Because I’m classy like that.
When I returned to our table in the restaurant, the hubs had ordered us a celebratory glass of champagne. Which was not quite as delicious as the one in the hotel, but was still quite tasty. Especially after all that walking (and falling). Then, we ordered a 3 course prix fixe with a wine pairing for each course. The dishes were delicious and the wines matched perfectly. However, by the time I got to my third course, I began to realize something . . . I was drunk. Seriously, it just sort of hit me like . . . whoa! Looking back, it was not that surprising, as I had consumed about 3 bottles of wine so far that night, with very little to eat at that point. The hubs was quite surprised, though, saying “but you train for this!” But I had to remind him that one glass of wine 3-4 nights a week does not constitute “training” for that level of drinking. It’s like someone merely training for double A college sports and then told they will be going to the Olympics! As you might imagine, we cabbed it back to the restaurant and I fell asleep soon after.
But that is not the end of the story! Oh no . . . because when I woke up the next morning, I discovered this on my upper left arm:
A HUGE complete and total mystery bruise! I have no idea where it came from, the hubs had no clue, and I never blacked out or anything the night before, nor do I remember even bumping into anything at all. When I fell, it was straight to my knee (as you can see above), and I didn’t hit my arm in the slightest. I have no idea what this is or where it came from! It is truly bizarre.
So, all in all I would say it was a pleasant trip to NYC. Despite the falling and the drunkenness and the mystery bruising (!), it was otherwise a fun and enjoyable trip. I can’t wait to return to do the dozens of other touristy things there are to do there! What a great city. I just hope next time, I leave with less blood loss.