Why have I stayed away so long? New York is in many ways unrecognizable from when I was last here more than ten years ago… Yet it is also the same. I’d really sort of forgotten what its like to be in a real city. I still love SF – but NYC is the shit… And SF could take a lesson on how a real city gets it done – the streets are clean, transit is fast and efficient, there are tons of bike lanes separated from auto traffic, streets are being closed to cars and opened to pedestrians. Despite the giant buildings and roaring traffic, the city feels amazingly people-focused… It’s great.
At any rate, we slept in today, rising at the crack of 10:00 after going to a play last night, having drinks with our old friends Mikey and Justin and then hitting a few gay bars. Big fun (especially getting to break it down on the dance floor to Madge’s “Celebration”). After breakfast, we took a stroll down the High Line, the new park on top of the old elevated train tracks on the west side of the Meatpacking District. It’s a fantastic space and being 30 feet above Manhattan gives one a previously unseen view of the town.
Saw the Van Leewun Ice Cream truck once we finished our walk down the High Line. I’d read about it and it sounded great – essentially a Bi-Rite Creamery on wheels. But the ice cream was just OK – my strawberry was decidedly unfruity. But the lady who scooped for us was very nice and we chatted about SF and ice cream.
Ambled through MePa with a detour past my old digs on West 15th – the palladian staircase is no more, but the building itself looks a lot nicer than back in my day. Jumped on the subway and headed to the Met for a quick run-through: sculpture garden and Temple of Dendur were as delightful as always. Then a long walk down Mad Ave (we tried Fifth but it was so gross and mobbed, we hightailed it back to Madison after a block). Now, wine and naps at our hotel before we head out to see “South Pacific” tonight. So, set your watches to about 8:30 EDT – that should be about the time Emile starts singing “Some Enchanted Evening” and I’ll be weeping like a baby… Well, actually, I’m already getting teary-eyed thinking about it…