New York day 1
After a 6 hour road trip we finally arrived in NYC at around 2 in the morning at our hotel in Brooklyn, the Sleepinn. It was a bit of a mission finding the place as NY is full of one ways and the sky risers messed around with the signal fro the SATNAV so it took us forever to find the little hotel.
We eventually got our rooms and collapsed. I shared a bed with Katrina, a friend of Rachel's and Simon and Rachel had the other. Johnny, another friend of Rachel's was dropped off a few miles away to sleep at his cousins and that was our little travelling group for the weekend.
Rachel, Johnny and Katrina came to NY to look around apartments so they were up and out at 9 in the morning leaving Simon and I to mosey our way through the day.
I woke up super early and made my way to the breakfast room. I got chatting with 'Mama' the head cleaner from Puerto Rico. She became my new best friend haha. She said I reminded her of her granddaughter so I got the best bits of the breakfast saved for me.
I woke Simon up after a while, he was still sick so I left him to sleep. We made our way to 5th Avenue as my main priority was to get my ipod sorted.
The ipod store on 5th Avenue is really cool, it's a big glass building structure a big see-through box if you will that you enter and walk downstairs on the spiralling staircase to the basement where the store is. And its always heaving.
I explained my problem to the people there and this one guy made it his absolute mission to help me. Was very kind. After pestering 6 different people higher up than him and 45 mins later they decided to replace my ipod free of charge. So I walked out the store very happy. I bought him a pair of super man pants to express my gratitude.
We spent the day just walking around and late afternoon we met up with the others for a drink and made our way to 23rd street to catch an off broadway musical that the others had a friend who was a part of. The show was called Sessions and I really enjoyed it. It was about a psychiatrist and his 8 or so clients all representing a typical character in NY. It was reasonably funny but the music was rubbish. I cant remember a single chorus. The only music was a live pianist onstage playing a grand piano so that was pretty cool just a shame about the musical content.
Simon, Johnny and Rachel all wanted to go out but Katrina and I were tired so we split up after the show and Katrina and I made our way back to the hotel, or at least tried.
We got lost.
Somehow we got the wrong train, in the wrong direction, then when we realised we tried another train but still no luck. To be honest we were both really tired and weren't really concentrating. We finally got a train that even though we were going round the circuit the wrong way, it would eventually take us into Brooklyn.
And that is where we met Brooklyn Boy.
This 16 year kid clambered onto the subway train we were on, sat down near to me with baggy clothes, big basketball shoes and deep heavy sunglasses on, and not forgetting the baseball hat.
He was immediately ignored by both of us.
After a few minutes of looking us up and down, he turned to me and slurred out the romantic words ' are you drunk?'
It took me a few seconds to click that he was in fact talking to me. I looked around me just in case as I was certain he couldn't possibly be referring to me, wearing white linin traousers and a cute white fitted knitted jumper from Jigsaw with a little music broach on the front I was hardly an example of something 'drunk'
Realising I looked confused at the accusation he said 'yeah , I tawkin ta yew'
'No' was my reply, I looked down and tried to ignor all further contact.
He didn't get the hint.
'is your friend?'
Sigh, 'No, she isn't'.
He then comes up with a corker of a pick up line, it really is the best I've heard so far…wait for it…
'I throw parties'
Wow. Really. Wow. Katrina and I looked at each other and stifled our giggles. What a nob, what did he want, a medal?
We continued to ignore him while he continued to bug us, it was apparent with each moment passing that we had the upper hand and his confidence was slipping, lines such as 'lets get a bottle and go sit somewhere' slipped out and at that point I had had enough, insulted that he should think it possible we would be even remotely interested I turned to him and snapped.
'tell me, do all New Yorkers have problems with their eye sight?'
He looked at me blankly 'uh, what'
I repeated the question.
He obviously didn't understand what I was referring to so I said it to him plainly
'Well, surely you must have some sort of eyesight deficiency if you insist on wearing sunglasses in a subway, or perhaps you are just trying to be 'cool' '
And with that the child took a short breath and quickly slipped his glasses right off and stayed quiet for the rest of the journey looking down at his shoes.
Bingo. I successfully got a Brooklyn boy to take off his sunglasses and emasculated him all in 15 mins. HA.
We got off at the next stop, bid him good evening, leaving him to ponder what just happened.
I hit the pillow and was out for the count.