NYC 1, Keri 0
So! I got lost in Hoboken for a good ten minutes. Then I totally wasn't. Then I got on the ferry and the shuttle and while waiting for the shuttle to leave I had my very first "Overheard in New York" moment!
Young man 1: No, no no no!
Young man 2: You're wrong and they're wrong.
YM 1: Naw, man, look-
YM 2: You are WRONG and they are WRONG.
YM 1: They can't, it's not like-
YM 2: A psychiatrist is a DOCTOR, man.
YM 1: So's a massage therapist!
Whatever. I missed bits of it but it was funny. Anyway. Got off the shuttle at 42 and Broadway, giggled at being at 42 and Broadway, sauntered down to the subway and took the 1 up to 86th (my first Metro Card,, yay!), got on the M86 bus to 5th Ave and tripped around the Met for a couple hours.
The Met fucks with me. It's like... I have to catch my breath whenever I see something from a history or art book because it's RIGHT THERE. Then when I was screwing around the Mayan exhibit I glimpse this staggeringly familiar picture. I wander over and sure enough... Temple of the Masks. Konhulich, Mexico. I've BEEN there. I have almost the exact same picture running around.
Ahem. Met! The Anglo Mania exhibition is awesome and trippy and just... yes. It runs through Sept. 4 and I need to drag Ter there. Maybe next weekend or whatever whatever. Escaped the Met, took another bus (M1 I think?) back to 42nd and wandered over to Times Square, called home and giggled to Dad about being in Times Square (I am SUSH a tourist, Ava and Andress would be embarassed for me), then went back to 42nd to wait on the shuttle back to the ferry.
I forgot how much this SUCKED. I waved for one going west but got waved at to wit for the eastbound. So I did. Then I walked back down to Fifth hoping to meet it sooner. No dice. Walked abck to Broadway, waited some more. Nothing. Muttered, wandered to 9th, sat for a good half hour, no shuttle. Said "Fuck this shit" and decided to try and catch a train to Hoboken and my car. By now the last person who wanted to get to Hoboken as badly as I did was Washington back in 17-fucking-76. So I get on the C train to Penn Station and wander for-fucking-EVER to find the NJ Transit area. Studying schedules I recall that the whole reason I drove to the ferry terminal is because the only train into Hoboken was getting in at, oh, 9 at night. Fuck that shit. so I get BACK on the C to 42nd, grab a bus (again, yay Metro Card daypass), get off at 11th and 41st and walk my ass back to the ferry terminal at 39th and 12th.
DEAD LIKE A DEAD THING.
But I had fun. And that's all that matters. Still. Manhatten totally beat me.
Additionally: A Monday-era not!Monday should get written soon. In the style of this thing
Young man 1: No, no no no!
Young man 2: You're wrong and they're wrong.
YM 1: Naw, man, look-
YM 2: You are WRONG and they are WRONG.
YM 1: They can't, it's not like-
YM 2: A psychiatrist is a DOCTOR, man.
YM 1: So's a massage therapist!
Whatever. I missed bits of it but it was funny. Anyway. Got off the shuttle at 42 and Broadway, giggled at being at 42 and Broadway, sauntered down to the subway and took the 1 up to 86th (my first Metro Card,, yay!), got on the M86 bus to 5th Ave and tripped around the Met for a couple hours.
The Met fucks with me. It's like... I have to catch my breath whenever I see something from a history or art book because it's RIGHT THERE. Then when I was screwing around the Mayan exhibit I glimpse this staggeringly familiar picture. I wander over and sure enough... Temple of the Masks. Konhulich, Mexico. I've BEEN there. I have almost the exact same picture running around.
Ahem. Met! The Anglo Mania exhibition is awesome and trippy and just... yes. It runs through Sept. 4 and I need to drag Ter there. Maybe next weekend or whatever whatever. Escaped the Met, took another bus (M1 I think?) back to 42nd and wandered over to Times Square, called home and giggled to Dad about being in Times Square (I am SUSH a tourist, Ava and Andress would be embarassed for me), then went back to 42nd to wait on the shuttle back to the ferry.
I forgot how much this SUCKED. I waved for one going west but got waved at to wit for the eastbound. So I did. Then I walked back down to Fifth hoping to meet it sooner. No dice. Walked abck to Broadway, waited some more. Nothing. Muttered, wandered to 9th, sat for a good half hour, no shuttle. Said "Fuck this shit" and decided to try and catch a train to Hoboken and my car. By now the last person who wanted to get to Hoboken as badly as I did was Washington back in 17-fucking-76. So I get on the C train to Penn Station and wander for-fucking-EVER to find the NJ Transit area. Studying schedules I recall that the whole reason I drove to the ferry terminal is because the only train into Hoboken was getting in at, oh, 9 at night. Fuck that shit. so I get BACK on the C to 42nd, grab a bus (again, yay Metro Card daypass), get off at 11th and 41st and walk my ass back to the ferry terminal at 39th and 12th.
DEAD LIKE A DEAD THING.
But I had fun. And that's all that matters. Still. Manhatten totally beat me.
Additionally: A Monday-era not!Monday should get written soon. In the style of this thing