The trip was rather uneventful, except for a wonderful section where we were right inside the clouds...that was pretty cool, I must admit. When I got to the airport, I took the shuttle that Dad said "Takes you right to Herald Square"...right. It took me to Grand Central...and then to Penn Station via sketchy van transfer. Penn Station was only like a 2 or 3 block distance from the apartment building, and despite previously planning to hail a cab for that short block of time due to my massive luggage, I was so eager to get there that I thought "oh, it's not so bad...I'll just walk." SO I did, lugging a suitcase the same size as me and an overstuffed bag that without fail pushed into every person I so much as glanced at.
Finally, at long last and with sweat dripping, I arrived at "Herald Towers Luxury Apartments." There were flags. It was pretty cool. I walked in and asked the doorman how to check in, and he sent me to the twelfth floor to what I assumed was an office for NYCintern...well, it kinda was. There was no answer when I knocked so I called the number I had been given and the guy said he'd meet me there in a minute...so I stood in the hall of the "luxury apartment building" and waited with my luggage and sweaty-ness. I looked real classy, let me tell you.
So the guy gets there and takes me to my apartment, where my roommate Lisa and her mom are doing some much needed cleaning of windows and such, which was awesome. We now have sparkling clear windows to view our patch of Herald Square from. Lisa is from Canada, and is interning at Country Living Magazine. Our other roommate, Maggie, has yet to arrive, but left us a note saying she would be here soon.
After I unpacked, Jonah and James met me at the apartment and we went off to have an adventure or two. After a quick stop to buy my metrocard, we headed to an icecream/frozen yogurt place called 16 Handles in the village:
It's like a DIY Ice cream bar that has (you guessed it) 16 different flavors of awesome, and you get to add whatever toppings you want as well and pay by weight...so really, you can do whatever you want. it was delicious.
Next we walked around Tompkins Square Park and ate our concoctions. After that we walked through the village some, then moved on to Times Square, where we had heard no cars would be allowed. It was pretty car-less at some points, but not completely, so we were kind of confused as to where the "no cars allowed" rule really applied.
We then walked all the way to the Upper East Side, where we stopped in at the Apple store:
Finally, we ended up at Dallas BBQ, for a quick bite and some ridiculously delicious margaritas of varying colors (Mine was orange, James and Jonah's were blue).
We called it a night pretty soon after that, and I came back to the apartment sure that I could run in a Duane Reade nearby (there's like 4 of them just on my block, it seems) and grab a toothbrush and toothpaste. No such luck, because apparently Memorial Day translates to No Drug Stores are Open day, and I finally had to trek all the way to the Empire State Building (not too far, but certainly far enough) to a Walgreens which, thank goodness, was open. I guess it must have to do with the red white and blue of Duane Reade versus the Green of Walgreens equaling less patriotic? Who knows.
Anyway, I finally got home where Lisa's mom had to let me in, as my key wouldn't work (which I felt super bad about, ps) I crashed, as I said before, on our nice red couch.
oh wait. AND I discovered that I didn't actually know where I was supposed to report this morning for work. So there's that. wish me luck, as I try and figure it out!
phew. NYC. oh my.
sb
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