So I popped over to New York again. I do that very occasionally. I like to remind myself what good customer service and free refills feel like. And unremarkably, Melba is up for it – that girl sure is insatiable for a holiday. I felt bad that she slogged it halfway across the earth to meet up, but she didn’t seem to mind. Besides, she brought company in the form of her south-of-the-border friend, Vicky (not her real name, obviously).
As usual, and I say ‘usual’ but we’ve only met up in NYC once before, Melba made all the restaurant bookings, leaving me to suggest a few things about town to amuse ourselves. I mostly failed even at that, but here’s a few highlights of what we got up to..
New York is one of those places you can just wander. So we did a fair bit of that. Along the High Line (an old railway line above street level converted into a park) we strolled, chatting and snapping pictures of whatever we thought was vaguely interesting.
Like this. It might be graffiti or an ad campaign, but who knows or cares.
We ate lots. And not all haute cuisine, either. Sometimes you just need the burgery carb and sugar goodness of a Shake Shack burger. Good news is they have opened in London so Nutbag, if you are reading, we are going here when you arrive.
This being end of November, the festive spirit was underway and the Salvation Army (Salvos) were out in bell ringing force. This pair danced their socks off and earned every dollar.
Rockefeller of course was proper festive too, and I wouldn’t be a tourist without a quick peek.
It was pretty cold during our visit and I wondered how my little wallaby friends would cope. I heard only the occasional whimper about it being a ‘bit fresh’, probably because their mouths were frozen shut. Both of them had the opportunity to see snow falling for the very first time. (Not joking, they’d never seen it.)
Melba decided that to combat the arctic conditions, she needed a hat. And selected this fine beauty of a cranium hugging woolly number. For hours we heard about how this hat was the envy of the city. And how awesome it therefore made her. More on that later.
Like I said, things got festive. We walked everywhere. The hat came with us. It paraded down fifth avenue.
It posed in front of Radio City Music Hall. But then… disaster at The Plaza!
It would seem that Melba’s ginormous woolly hat trend caught on a little too fast for her liking…
But I knew just where to take her to lift her spirits.
Birthday and Christmas gift sorted for Melba.
A holiday wouldn’t be a holiday without a little jog about town, now would it? So I got up early on Sunday morning, intending on getting a subway to Central Park and re-enact half the New York jogging scenes I’ve ever watched. But alas, I was thwarted by a lack of both trains and patience. So I ran from Canal Street to Central Park. Through Times Square, past the Empire State Building and a lot of other famous shit. And when I got to Central Park, I felt pretty good. So I ran around it. And when I did that, I intended on getting a train back downtown. But I still felt really good. So I ran back downtown. 13.5 miles all up, which is actually about the entire length of Manhattan.
What else did we see? Stuff like this. Which of course had a busker doing John Lennon songs on continual loop.
And that’s what happens when you have no other plans in life and access to credit: awesome shit.
Thanks as always Melba (and Vicky). See you in the Southern Hemisphere soon.