Wednesday 26 December 2012

The FBJ & Himself Hit New York



Himself offered to take me to New York for my 40th birthday.  Forty you gasp?? Yes, alas… But we won’t dwell on that… Obviously I was happy to forfeit a large 40th par-tay for the chance of going to the Big Apple so we booked tickets and a privately owned apartment, instead of an hotel.  A bit of drama there – you pay up front to someone you never met in the hopes there’ll be an apartment waiting for you at the other end.  There’s a whole lot of trust going on (and many horror stories on Trip Advisor).  So we paid but then didn’t really hear from the person who we rented the apartment off, waited, waited, waited, and then started stressing.  She had said she would send details closer to the time.  A week out, still no directions – had we been scammed???  Finally when they arrived we found out why she’d been holding out… WE’RE RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO THE NYC CHAPTER OF THE HELLS ANGELS!!  That’s right peeps, we arrived last night and there it was.  Apparently they’re great neighbours but I’d say it might scare a lot of her potential customers off… I wonder why?  Happily the apartment is just like the pictures, really nice, clean and TINY.

Anyway, we’re here now, after a 26 hour flight via Seoul (the less said about that the better) then through the US immigration (the less said about THAT the better).   We got in about 7pm 24/12.  This in itself is a bit weird as we only left Sydney 9am that morning J.  It was sleeting as we came into Manhattan – Himself did have to explain to me that no, it wasn’t snow, it was sleet.  “But what’s sleet? It looks like snow to me…” *sigh* “it’s like rain and snow mixed, it doesn’t settle”  “oh” (Irish boy meets Darwin girl).  The yellow (yep!) taxi dropped us off a building down from ours (apparently the Hell’s Angels don’t like taxis too close to their hogs) and then we struggled up 4 storys of very steep stairs to our shoe-box.  Yep! It’s so tiny!! But bigger than an hotel and definitely a more NYC experience.  The place is great in a tiny kinda way; there will be no cat swinging, so we put away our BDSM gear with regret*… 

It’s also really warm… took us a while to figure out where the ‘hot’ was coming from as there appeared to be no way to turn it down… FINALLY figured out it was coming from the innocuous pipes which ran from floor to ceiling through the apartment.  As an aside I have read in various fiction novels,  about the ‘pipes’ in apartments in NYC being noisy and had wondered about that.  And now we know, are they ever!! They gurgle and grumble like an old man’s indigestion (yes Dad, just like you).

Once we’d thrown our stuff down we attempted a Skype with the Wee Girl, she’s staying with the olds in Darwin – and before you think we’re mean, we’re not – she’s going on a 5 month jaunt to Italy at the end of January... Due to our lack of charge (Himself bought the wrong adapters… just saying) and the lack of PC savvy in Darwin it was very short and lacked sound, but the Wee Girl held up all the lovely gifts Nan & Grandpa had given her and we text and used sign language back :-)

Afterwards we hit the streets of the East Village in search of sustenance.  We found an all American bar which was still serving dinner (as they all do, up until I don’t know late) which was fantastic.  I had a delicious cider flavoured with cinnamon (how very festive!) and Himself had a beer, we then ordered some fries, which were delicious and I had gumbo and Himself a chimmichanga.  Very exciting to try legit gumbo! I’ve made it heaps using various recipes but of course have never tasted the real thing – it was delicious (of course, mine was almost as delicious haha) but once I get hold of their super smoky sausage there’ll be no holding me back!

Regretfully after eating, due to jetlag, we headed back to the apartment.  Also, on the plane I either came down with shocking hayfever or a head cold (nooooo) so there was a lot of sneezing and blowing going on (and still is the next morning).  But it is now the next morning, and after a rather ordinary night’s sleep (again jetlag, as the bed is actually really comfortable) we’re thinking about breakfast.  I’ve peered out the windows and there’s some fairly interesting views.  My favourite (below) is of a weird gap between the buildings that I can’t really figure out what it’s for (a light well maybe?) but here’s a pic anyway, maybe one of my 11 loyal followers could fill me in?


 Today we’re going to check out the window displays at Macy’s (apparently it’s what New Yorkers do on Christmas Day) do a bit of sight-seeing and have dinner at the Bull & Bear which is in the Waldorf Hotel (yes the Waldorf) I’ll definitely be getting the salad… 


*HA! Just kidding Mum!!

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