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Aaaaaah. Sigh of relief.
I am home from New York City. This is the second time I’ve visited and it was just as insane this time as the last.
The first time I invaded NYC it was with my dad. I was barely 14 years old and we had rented a car to drive up into Canada. Dad and I really wanted to see the infamous Manhattan before we left, so we hopped in our car and set off. Per my request, dad decided to take the Brooklyn Bridge. You see, we had both made a very simple mistake. We assumed that because dad had mastered the art of driving in Los Angeles that he could handle Downtown Manhattan.
Never were two people so disastrously incorrect.
By the time we were halfway over the bridge, my dad was starting to feel the strain of trying to keep up with some of the most aggressive drivers in the known universe…but it wasn’t until he realized that we were heading straight down Wall Street...at 12 noon...on a Monday, that he panicked.
He flung a map in my 14-year-old-who-has-never-driven-nor-read-a-map-before-in-her-bleeping-life face and started hollering about finding an escape route. We had an army of perpetual honkers, jaded (and extremely competent) New Yorkers leaping across the hood of our car (like gazelles…mean, mean gazelles), and people pointing out our country-bum stupidity with alarming accuracy. In a fit of desperation dad squealed into an NYPD parking space in Battery Park and leapt out of the car, loudly proclaiming that they could just try to give him a ticket…he was saving lives by removing himself from traffic!
When we finally extricated ourselves and found our way back to the hotel, we knew what had to happen. The next morning we hired a town car to take us around and show us the ropes. The first rope? CARNEGIE DELI. O_0 The full awesomeness of this deli is probably a quantum leap beyond our human understanding. On your way to NYC? Go here to find out more.
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| The Carnegie Deli Storefront |
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| Just one of their insanely awesome menu options. |
We had a few other experiences, including the top of the Empire State Building (with a view of the Twin Towers at the time), the entrance to Central Park, and my near death when I went shrieking in the face of the NYPD blue because I was so excited to see them. What they saw was a crazed girl rushing at them during a period of civil unrest. Alas, I did survive the encounter…but two cops lost a few years of their lives to a stress reaction.
So now, 13 years later, I found myself on a plane with my father and three younger siblings...on our way back to New York City. Home to Lady Liberty, killer hot dogs, and a people group famous for merely being tough enough to live in their own hometown.
When we arrived and managed to cram all of our selves and our stuff into two town cars...we discovered that we weren't just staying in NYC, we were staying smack dab in the center of Times Square (well, not LITERALLY, but you get the gist).
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| In the lobby of the Millennium Broadway Hotel |
This was just the beginning of a massive series of adventures all crammed into a mere three days. However, my dearest readers...you will have to wait until the next edition of Our Beating Hearts to continue the grand saga of "The Steely's Take Manhattan".
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