That's a hoody, with a handy little pocket sewn in so it can hold your beer. In case your hands fail you and you get too lazy to hold it yourself. And like the icing on a cake, they screen printed TULSA on top of the hoody so you will know exactly where your loved ones visited and thought enough of you to bring you back a beer holding hoody. Sigh.
After shaking our heads at this sight, we got on the plane and flew to New York. I flippin love New York. I go through an internal battle with the city- some days I wish I could call it home, some days it makes me want to run in the opposite direction and some days (most days) I just love to visit it. I used to live a 45 minute train ride away from Grand Central Station, so I have my favorite spots to eat, drink and shop. Er, at least I did.
My loving husband proposed to me on Bow Bridge in Central Park (see some lovely architecture of the bridge below) and before he got up the courage to ask me a very important question that I had hounded him about asking for quite some time, we went to my favorite Noodle Shop for dinner. Being the sentimentalist that I am, I of course demanded that we go back to the Noodle Shop on this trip and then go visit Bow Bridge. Just like we did the night he proposed.
We dropped our stuff off at the hotel and headed into the heart of the beast- Midtown Manhattan. Convinced I knew just where the noodle shop was, I told him it would be only 5 blocks and an Avenue away. That walk should have taken us approximately 10 minutes.
45 minutes later, we were still wandering around midtown in search of my beloved restaurant, iphone and blackberry in hands (I refuse to jump on the iphone train....a blog post about this could be in the future...my loving husband is on his third iphone, however) looking like the lost tourists that we were, begging to be mugged. Convinced something was wrong, I stopped and asked if the Levi's Store that stood in front of me used to be a restaurant. The answer was sadly, yes. I think I cried a couple of tears but tried hard not to let my loving husband see them for fear of him lovingly laughing at me, which would have only made me cry more.
Finally admitting defeat, we settled for a sushi place and called it a close second to noodles and toasted to new traditions. Thankfully, Bow Bridge is still standing in Central Park and Gotham has not erased all my sentimental memories for good.
The next day we went to go get tickets to see a show. I think you'll recall how excited I was to go see Guys and Dolls. And did I tell you how sad I was when I got an email from ticket master informing me the show was closing for good 3 days before I was supposed to go see it??!? Well, that's a true story. So, we headed to a box office and stood in line to get tickets to see another show. This is when I witnessed the essence of all true New Yorkers, which made me smile and shudder with the thought of having to embrace their brashness if I ever end up moving there. Again with the internal struggle.
While waiting in line, there were two horribly awful children standing behind us. Running around, knocking the theatre stanchions down, screaming, crying and the parents just seemed to tune them out. There was only one ticket window open, so the line was fairly long. As we waited, the elderly grandmother in front of me kept turning around and glaring at the parents and putting her finger up to her lips as if to "shhhh" them. I would never have the courage to do something like that.
My loving husband started to smirk as this process with the elderly woman continued until the other ticket agent abruptly pulled up the blinds to his ticket window (which was not yet open) and stared at the children . He pretty much looked like a monkfish. 
This only made them cry even more. Then he closed the blinds as rudely as he had opened them and disappeared again. He did this song and dance two more times and my loving husband and I were trying so hard not to laugh at the children or the monkfish.The monkfish man finally opened his window for good and we scurried up to him to purchase tickets. The hellians behind us went to the other ticket lady, who politely told them their children were too wild to see a broadway show and she would not sell them tickets.
The mother finally came down to earth and started screaming, "You called my children WILD! You need to apologize!" in her British accent. Her husband came rushing over after chasing the youngest child back into the theatre and asked what was going on. The woman continued yelling about how the ticket lady had called her children wild and then husband just suggested they leave.
We politely told the monkfish man (who himself was laughing at the parents) to thank the other ticket lady for not selling them tickets as we didn't want them behind us during the show. This only made him laugh even harder. Long story short, ok long story long, we saw the show, it was wonderful and there were no screaming children behind us. Had we cut and pasted this story into my hometown, I am convinced there would indeed have been screaming children behind us. And that is why I love New Yorkers.
Other highlights of the New York portion of the trip included a visit to Canal Street, an afternoon in Battery Park and a very, very rainy trip to the US Open. Where we saw no golf and stood in the rain for about 2 hours before getting back on a train and heading back into the city. I did get to see my friend Matti who was in charge of the Open and she was hanging in there. I would not have been in as good of shape had that been my event.
After New York, we headed to Baltimore......
1 comment:
Oh my goodness Lisa...you are hilarious. And such a good writer! Sorry about your noodle place. I like your blog, so keep writing!
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