Heading home
Let me just say that I heart New York City. Yesterday was my last day to visit the World’s City and so I did...twice. As soon as work was done around 130 PM, I rushed to catch a bus to NYC for some last minute shopping. I got there and the same awesome sights welcomed me as I walked out of Port Authority. The lights, the smell, the movement. But yesterday was opening day to the new Nintendo World at Rockafeller Plaza. And as a good dork raised in the ‘80’s would do, I went and waited in the long ass line for 45 minutes to get inside the store. Pretty cool in there. There was a small exhibit of all of the Nintendo consoles from creation to an original Gameboy that survived a bomb blast in the Gulf War (only true enthusiasts like myself would appreciate such coolness). So I got my brother and I a bunch of sentimental Pokemon figurines cause we’re dorks and we love it. That little excursion ate up a lot of my time.
I hauled ass to Fashion Avenue to go to H&M to get some hot pairs of undies that I saw last time as well as a red Hawaiian floral print pair for Mr. Xboarder cause they reminded me of him (I’m gonna regret it). The undies are hot. Can’t wait to put them on so they can quiver in my pants when I visit him in SF.
Last but not least on my first trip of the day to NYC, the “I Heart NY” shirts. I had to just pull them from the shelves in one of those shanty souvenir shops and make sure I got the right sizes for people. Not to mention that I would later find out that these shirts would make my baggage 4 pounds over the maximum weight limit for cargo on the plane.
I wait for the bus to head back to Jersey and as soon as I got there I immediately zoom to my hotel, change into “going out” clothes, and zoom to Ms. Jennifer Sousa’s pad to pick her up and zoom right back to the City for a night on the town. At her house I met her fellow Teller Coordinator friend, Chris, his “friend” Johnny, and his friend Susan. We load up in our cars and drive Route 9 to the City and along the way pick up Ms. Amelia aka Mimi (the big black woman with an attitude I love).
We drive through Soho where I just about died looking at the windows of the shoppes there; D&G, Prada, Louis, Guess, Gucci, you name it, it was there. The apartments there were the ones you see on Sex in the City: exposed brick walls, all squished together,nice front doors, with a tree out front by the front porch stoop. I will live there someday (for a ridiculous amount of monthly payments). We then hit Greenwich Village, the other gayborhood of NYC. Bistros, restaurants, shoppes, and people everywhere. We park and go to Jekyll & Hyde’s, a ecclectic bar with a creepy English scientist gone mad type of bar. Some bargirl came up to me with a pail of alcoholic transfusions (cocktail shot in a large syringe) one of which called Purple Mothafucka, and of course, I had to explain that I didn’t drink and I had to go into detail as to why I don’t to the party I was with.
Next to Monster, a gay bar that shouldn’t be in existence due to the fact that the stock was low all night there. The music sucked (monotonous boom-chick boom-chick) and the guys were ugly. So we switched bars and went to Stonewall, a hip-hop homo club that was great cause the music was recognizeable and there was a hot Latino stripper I couldn’t keep my eyes off of.
I hauled ass to Fashion Avenue to go to H&M to get some hot pairs of undies that I saw last time as well as a red Hawaiian floral print pair for Mr. Xboarder cause they reminded me of him (I’m gonna regret it). The undies are hot. Can’t wait to put them on so they can quiver in my pants when I visit him in SF.
Last but not least on my first trip of the day to NYC, the “I Heart NY” shirts. I had to just pull them from the shelves in one of those shanty souvenir shops and make sure I got the right sizes for people. Not to mention that I would later find out that these shirts would make my baggage 4 pounds over the maximum weight limit for cargo on the plane.
I wait for the bus to head back to Jersey and as soon as I got there I immediately zoom to my hotel, change into “going out” clothes, and zoom to Ms. Jennifer Sousa’s pad to pick her up and zoom right back to the City for a night on the town. At her house I met her fellow Teller Coordinator friend, Chris, his “friend” Johnny, and his friend Susan. We load up in our cars and drive Route 9 to the City and along the way pick up Ms. Amelia aka Mimi (the big black woman with an attitude I love).
We drive through Soho where I just about died looking at the windows of the shoppes there; D&G, Prada, Louis, Guess, Gucci, you name it, it was there. The apartments there were the ones you see on Sex in the City: exposed brick walls, all squished together,nice front doors, with a tree out front by the front porch stoop. I will live there someday (for a ridiculous amount of monthly payments). We then hit Greenwich Village, the other gayborhood of NYC. Bistros, restaurants, shoppes, and people everywhere. We park and go to Jekyll & Hyde’s, a ecclectic bar with a creepy English scientist gone mad type of bar. Some bargirl came up to me with a pail of alcoholic transfusions (cocktail shot in a large syringe) one of which called Purple Mothafucka, and of course, I had to explain that I didn’t drink and I had to go into detail as to why I don’t to the party I was with.
Next to Monster, a gay bar that shouldn’t be in existence due to the fact that the stock was low all night there. The music sucked (monotonous boom-chick boom-chick) and the guys were ugly. So we switched bars and went to Stonewall, a hip-hop homo club that was great cause the music was recognizeable and there was a hot Latino stripper I couldn’t keep my eyes off of.