My trip to NYC (or Why I'm not supposed to drive) Part 3
28 hours after I left Rochester I was back in Rochester
After I woke up, I called around to get a ride back to Rochester and got back after 8pm. I decided that I was still going to go to New York Bought a one way bus ticket and called my half-brother and arranged at ride. Got a ride to the bus station and left Rochester at 12:15am. Slept on the bus and arrived at Port Authority (Midtown Manhattan) at 6:10am. Hopped on a train to Freeport, Long Island and saw my half brother for the first time in about 20 years. Had breakfast, took a shower, then went back to Manhattan to see if I could get the $20 tickets to Rent. Didn’t make it in time, but still was able to get the 2 for 1 student special. Then went to Grand Central to meet my friend, MGM-Chris, who I was taking to Rent. Joey Fatone is his idol and Joey was in Rent…. I didn’t think it was going to be that great but Joey surprised me. He was actually really good at Mark in the musical. I was very impressed. They even auctioned him off at the end of the show for $600. The winner got a personal back stage tour and an autographed playbill. I had bet on him for $250 and $300 but $600 was WAY more than I was willing to spend on an *Nsync member. MGM-Chris wasn’t worth that much either, he’s not my boyfriend and I’m not interested in him so there was no reason so spend that amount much money on a Christmas present. (No offense Chris :-P)
After Rent we met up with my half brother at Penn Station and my boy Ge in front of Virgin Times Square. Ge is the little brother I inherited from my time at Disney. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, moved to Orlando 3 years ago, and is almost 21. We went to my favorite restaurant in Manhattan, Carmine’s on West 43rd street between 7th and 8th Avenues :-) . Needless to say the food was excellent and very filling. An interesting side note, they didn’t card Ge or MGM-Chris who just turned 19 and I hadn’t need to take out my ID. They waiter was like what’s this for? After dinner my half brother went home and we walked MGM-Chris back to Grand Central Station. Those two, I have decided, should NEVER EVER be together again. I was privy to the equivalent of a male pissing contest between those two. But in their case it was how many girls they had been with, the weirdest place they had ever done it, and how long its been since they had gotten any. Thanks guys, I really wanted to know all that personal information. After we left MGM-Chris, we went back to Times Square to meet up with a friend from Annandale in front of the Virgin Atlantic. It was cool seeing him again and I got meet his fiancée, he’s only 18 and he’s engaged to be married. We were going to go see a movie but I was WAY to tired, I was falling asleep and I still had to get all the way back out to Long Island to crash at my uncles. Ge offered to take me home but I had to go up to Queens with him so he could get his car. I fell asleep on the train and was totally out of it. I remember meeting his mom and “one” of his girls and crawling into bed.
Next day, in true family fashion I stuffed was with more food, plus food to go, and had company back to Manhattan. One of my cousins had come home for the weekend and was going back to school that day. It was cool talking to him, since I still see him as years old. I can’t believe he’s a freshman in college. Everyone’s growing up so fast. I chilled in Penn Station, went into a couple shops, pissed off some people cause my bag was too big and it was knocking things over. Picked up a couple books for light reading (Kafka’s Metamorphisis, Andre Gide’s The Immoralist, and Mercedes Lackey’s Take a Thief from the Valdmare series). The train ride back was uneventful and very relaxing.. Gide’s book on the other hand was a pain in the ass. If I had known when I picked it up that it was the same guy who wrote La symphonie pastorale I wouldn’t have bothered. I hated that book in when I read it in french class and reading another piece of work in english didn’t make me change my mind about the author. The protagonist was such a whiney spoiled little shit, I just wanted to smack some sense into him. The story’s main theme was this “Knowing how to free oneself is nothing; the difficult thing is knowing how to live with that freedom.” The protagonist is freed from his academia life by a near death experience from TB. The story follows how his life deteriates the more free he becomes and it is told from his point of view. You read it and you are instantly struck with how igotistical and stupid this man is. Its supposedly both a critique and an apology to the Nietzschean notion of the superman. Since I haven’t read any Nietzsche, my opinion does not have any real literary merit but I don’t care. After suffering through this 124 page book I will forever have Andre Gide’s name in my mind and will NEVER EVER read one of his books again.
Once back in Rochester I was picked up by a friend and went home. End of story and trip but not of drama.
After I woke up, I called around to get a ride back to Rochester and got back after 8pm. I decided that I was still going to go to New York Bought a one way bus ticket and called my half-brother and arranged at ride. Got a ride to the bus station and left Rochester at 12:15am. Slept on the bus and arrived at Port Authority (Midtown Manhattan) at 6:10am. Hopped on a train to Freeport, Long Island and saw my half brother for the first time in about 20 years. Had breakfast, took a shower, then went back to Manhattan to see if I could get the $20 tickets to Rent. Didn’t make it in time, but still was able to get the 2 for 1 student special. Then went to Grand Central to meet my friend, MGM-Chris, who I was taking to Rent. Joey Fatone is his idol and Joey was in Rent…. I didn’t think it was going to be that great but Joey surprised me. He was actually really good at Mark in the musical. I was very impressed. They even auctioned him off at the end of the show for $600. The winner got a personal back stage tour and an autographed playbill. I had bet on him for $250 and $300 but $600 was WAY more than I was willing to spend on an *Nsync member. MGM-Chris wasn’t worth that much either, he’s not my boyfriend and I’m not interested in him so there was no reason so spend that amount much money on a Christmas present. (No offense Chris :-P)
After Rent we met up with my half brother at Penn Station and my boy Ge in front of Virgin Times Square. Ge is the little brother I inherited from my time at Disney. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, moved to Orlando 3 years ago, and is almost 21. We went to my favorite restaurant in Manhattan, Carmine’s on West 43rd street between 7th and 8th Avenues :-) . Needless to say the food was excellent and very filling. An interesting side note, they didn’t card Ge or MGM-Chris who just turned 19 and I hadn’t need to take out my ID. They waiter was like what’s this for? After dinner my half brother went home and we walked MGM-Chris back to Grand Central Station. Those two, I have decided, should NEVER EVER be together again. I was privy to the equivalent of a male pissing contest between those two. But in their case it was how many girls they had been with, the weirdest place they had ever done it, and how long its been since they had gotten any. Thanks guys, I really wanted to know all that personal information. After we left MGM-Chris, we went back to Times Square to meet up with a friend from Annandale in front of the Virgin Atlantic. It was cool seeing him again and I got meet his fiancée, he’s only 18 and he’s engaged to be married. We were going to go see a movie but I was WAY to tired, I was falling asleep and I still had to get all the way back out to Long Island to crash at my uncles. Ge offered to take me home but I had to go up to Queens with him so he could get his car. I fell asleep on the train and was totally out of it. I remember meeting his mom and “one” of his girls and crawling into bed.
Next day, in true family fashion I stuffed was with more food, plus food to go, and had company back to Manhattan. One of my cousins had come home for the weekend and was going back to school that day. It was cool talking to him, since I still see him as years old. I can’t believe he’s a freshman in college. Everyone’s growing up so fast. I chilled in Penn Station, went into a couple shops, pissed off some people cause my bag was too big and it was knocking things over. Picked up a couple books for light reading (Kafka’s Metamorphisis, Andre Gide’s The Immoralist, and Mercedes Lackey’s Take a Thief from the Valdmare series). The train ride back was uneventful and very relaxing.. Gide’s book on the other hand was a pain in the ass. If I had known when I picked it up that it was the same guy who wrote La symphonie pastorale I wouldn’t have bothered. I hated that book in when I read it in french class and reading another piece of work in english didn’t make me change my mind about the author. The protagonist was such a whiney spoiled little shit, I just wanted to smack some sense into him. The story’s main theme was this “Knowing how to free oneself is nothing; the difficult thing is knowing how to live with that freedom.” The protagonist is freed from his academia life by a near death experience from TB. The story follows how his life deteriates the more free he becomes and it is told from his point of view. You read it and you are instantly struck with how igotistical and stupid this man is. Its supposedly both a critique and an apology to the Nietzschean notion of the superman. Since I haven’t read any Nietzsche, my opinion does not have any real literary merit but I don’t care. After suffering through this 124 page book I will forever have Andre Gide’s name in my mind and will NEVER EVER read one of his books again.
Once back in Rochester I was picked up by a friend and went home. End of story and trip but not of drama.