I didn’t want to go to sleep last night. For a long time (once I had fully comitted myself to leaving Facebook and the plethora–what is a plethora?–of comments and such from yesterday’s activity) I just stared out the window at the city. I think I was still in that, “Am I really here” phase that most of us go through when we’ve come to visit an exciting place, or a place we’re excited about because it isn’t exciting at all but quiet because everyone else isn’t there. Anyway, I left the shades open, and woke up the minute the light touched the sky. Times like this, and times like this only, that I don’t mind short sleep. Thus began the day. I have no idea where I’m going now, only that I’m about to walk out the door.
8:32 am: I meander downstairs, showered & happy to MY free Marriott breakfast. Before you get too excited, free, in this instance, is bagels and toast and cereal and coffee. Honestly, I was happiest about the free coffee. More so that they had little packages of Coffe-Mate French Vanilla creamer available. MY caffeinated dessert, what you mortals call coffee, in hand, I was ready to face the day.
10:15 am: While on MY way to the Library, I stop for the 1st of 2 visits to Bryant Park, situated right next door (door? somehow, that seems wrong). It’s a peaceful place in the morning. Probably an excellent place to drink some coffee and wake up while people watching. Hey! That’s what I was doing!
10:10 a.m: New York Public Library. I didn’t go in, as I’ve been there before & I’m running short on time before I meet Russ at (or around, on Russ time) 11. Snapped a couple pictures of the lions, and some various shots of the local landscape, but nothing you wouldn’t have seen a bajillion times before on tourist brochures. I’m beginning to get a little worried about the calm lack of adventure the day is displaying thus far. What, Monday comes and we all act normal again? What’s up with that?
10:21 a.m: Walking up 5th Ave, on MY way to St. Patrick’s Cathedral when it suddenly occurs to ME that I’ve been singing the coffee toffee twisted frosty song in MY head for the last hour. Damn! In order to purge the madness, I grant the repetitive lyrics to you
Coffee toffee, twisted frosty!
Do you wanna get frosty with me?
10:32 a.m: I arrive at St. Patty’s to discover that MY favorite NYC landmark is still there. You can never be too sure when religion is involved. Could have been swept away in a moment of vengeance. Glad to see that they are renovating some of the exterior. Most people are aware that I do not believe you can find God in a church, despite the fact that they exist, seemingly, for the that sheer purpose alone. You can find religion in a church though, and St. Patty’s never disappoints.
11:11 a.m: Lunch with Russ at Chipolte’s. I need about 3 more cups of coffee to keep up with the speed at which he is talking. Russ, I’m still a Southerner! Slow down!
12:25 p.m: Russ & I have broken up, though I believe it to be short term. Once he slows down his speech, we’ll be all right. I decide to head back to 42nd street, and over to Grand Central Station, since I didn’t have time before, then head back to St. Patrick’s because, well, because it’s so freakin’ awesome. Aside from the fact that I think of The Day After Tomorrow everytime I go into Grand Central, I rather enjoy it. It is the pinnacle of activity. Busy, busy, busy little people scoot around from one to the other, or from one floor to the other, to the fooditorium downstairs, or simply dodging pesky tourists with cameras. OH! Actually, the main floor of Grand Central is home to a scene from one of my favorite movies, K-Pax, so maybe all isn’t bad. The travesty has been undone. Sorry Mr. Gyllenhal and Mr. Quaid, but that movie just sucked. Wolves? Really? Wolves in NYC?
1:35 p.m: Back at St. Patrick’s for about 30 minutes. It’s fantastic to absorb to just sit and absorb the history of the place. Unfortunately, and by design I do believe, the pews are dreadfully uncomfortable to sit on for an extended period of time. How can you feel the presence of God if you’re massaging your butt every five minutes!
2:25 p.m: Back at the hotel where I attempted a nap. No go. Nap fail. Too easily distracted am I. Answer the phone? Sure! Text messages, absolutely! Facebook chats? Well, I can’t be rude! Anyway, it’s 5:30 now and I’m about to get ready for night one at The Tank. I may, and or may not, post pictures and update the blog later this evening. MY guess is on the no side. You may just have to wait until tomorrow. And, hey, whoa! I totally buzzed a fly today!
Ok, so maybe it isn’t that cool. But still, I had to wait a long time for that shot.