The trip — Destination one: New York

Wee! I made it to New York! Day one, I successfully parked my car in Queens (Long Island City, to be exact) with intentions of playing in New York for the day.  I met up with Karina and Nick, we had some west village dinner (although I had a more light dinner, saving room for my later dinner) and parted ways.  I had a fun time catching up with old friends, and it made me want to be in New York even more.

After that, I headed to Becky’s house.  I was feeling rather touristy, and since she lives in the garment district, we made the two / three block trek to Times Square.  I don’t care how long you’ve lived in New York, nor how jaded or hip you may feel, Times Square is still a fun place to be every once in a while.  I wouldn’t want to actually live at 41st and 7th or something like that, but visiting is just a fun experience for the external stimuli alone.

We spontaniously decided to head to The View at the top of the marriot, the rotating restaurant.  Pretty disappointing for the price we paid (yeah, I’m a little cheap, so sue me) but it was a pretty fun time.

Next day, I went to go move my car in Queens (uh oh… this is a moment i’ll expound on later) and grabbed a check out of my car to go put in the bank.  I went and had lunch with Karina in LIC, then went back to Times Square for some TKTS action.  I got some tickets for Spamalot, which was a pretty funny show.  Becky and I went and saw it that night, and it was a good ol’ time.

Fast forward 12 hours, I meet up with my friend Betsy for some brunch action near her new wall st. digs.  Afterward, I head back to LIC.  Turns out… my car is GONE!  First, like anyone, I think “STOLEN!” but then realize the reality of New York’s tow-away zone (the entire city) and realize I must have parked too close to a fire hydrant.  D’oh.  Fast forward three hours and $185 plus the cab ride to the impound yard, and yeah, that bad parking job cost me some coin.  Damn.

On the whole though, not too bad.  The parking thing is annoying, but you know, I’ll get over it.  Just remember that New York’s parking law is 15 feet, not the 5ish feet I remember from driver’s ed school in Utah.

Now, on to Boston.