I got off my butt and replaced MTV for real people
I lied. I’m a liar. I totally didn’t get around to blogging during my vacation. But then again, I totally didn’t expect to not be able to find an open wireless network outside of the Apple store in NYC. (By the way, thx to the guys at the Fifth Ave. and Soho stores for not booting my ass out even though I would blatantly come in almost everyday, crack open my Macbook and check my email).
Anyhow, I did do more than geek it up with my laptop. Staying on the Upper West Side, there were a couple days where I got time for serene walks through Central Park. There’s a lot to be said about a city that has a peaceful escape build right into it’s core.
Then there were the trips to Pravda, the somewhat-overpriced-but-well-worth-it-terms of-atmosphere vodka bar in Soho, a blind drunk tour of the Meatpacking district on what my buddy Jay called “Fudgepacking” night (no explanation needed, I hope) and a tour of the hallowed Lincoln Centre for the Performing Arts.
The highlight however, was stumbling into the Evelyn Lounge on Saturday evening (Sunday morning actually) for an unexpected chat with the lovely barmaid Lauren from Virgina who “absolutely loves Canadians” and Helena the “aspiring model” who just moved to NYC all the way from the Caspian Sea. And to think I was just sitting on the couch that evening watching MTV before I got up, got dressed and pushed myself out the door. The stories of how those people end up in NYC were just fascinating.
It sure beat sitting at home and catching the 14th rerun of the 2006 MTV VMA’s.
