I love New York: part 1
New York is amazing. The buildings are beautiful, the food is bountiful and so far at least, everyone is terribly friendly. We’ve not been shot once.
We arrived late on Sunday, absolutely exhausted from travelling. Biscuit was extra tired because he had decided not to sleep the night before we set off. I still don’t understand why.
The New York subway is cheap, but dirty and confusing. Through luck more than anything else we surfaced near our house on a street that looked like Peckham, not the city that never sleeps. I wasn’t amused by this. Tiredness may have been a factor.
Thankfully our flat was a couple of blocks away, in a row of beautiful brownstone buildings, exactly like the ones on Sesame Street. This was what we had come here for. The man who let is in was the must Russian looking man ever and was wearing a sailor style vest.
We dropped off our bags, freshened up and hopped back on the subway to meet a friend in a bar in the centre of hipster town. This makes it sound like we had a burst of energy, we hadn’t. We were the walking dead, but we felt we had to go out on our first night in town.
We needed to eat, so the chum suggested we ‘grab a slice’ and then meet them in the bar. Slices were grabbed, it was the finest pizza I have ever put in my mouth, fact. Just thinking about it makes me drool.
The bar was small, kooky and served booze in huge foam cups. The men wore trendy hats or Yanky caps, the girls had statement tops on and interesting shoes. It was what Hackney is pretending to be, and a thousand times better. After the first beer everything got better, than quite good before settling on a level of ‘I can’t believe this, it is amazing’
We put more booze in our mouths and then proceeded to talk to pretty much everyone in the bar. We made some new friends and some dates were even lined up, which I’m sure will be covered in future blogs.
Then we stumbled into another bar. A karaoke place with brick walls, it was full of men with beards and girls with artfully messy hair. Yet again we talked to everyone in the bar and had snowball fights with strange women. What is it about travel that makes you more open to people?
It started snowing, so we had a snowball fight with our new friends and at about 4am, caught a cab home utterly drunk and completely exhausted.
It was a good first day. I already want to stay for longer.
I didn’t meet anyone I wanted to marry yet, but I’ve only been here for a little while, it’s bound to happen soon.
The only minor flaw in this dating plan is that all the gainfully employed grown-ups are busy at work during the day, so we can only meet women in the evenings. Any suggestions on how to overcome this would be welcome.
Want to stay in New York forever percentage: 50%