So I’ve survived my second trip to and from the Big City. Last time I’d made a vow to myself never again to drive anywhere near NYC, and, well, so much for that. Again, though, I followed the get in, park for a few days, get out strategy, which people have told me is the smart thing to do. I do enjoy occasionally doing the smart thing, especially when I’m tacking it on to a somewhat absurd road trip. Like a grace note for broken crockery or something.
So Friday was pretty much blown in the trip to New York, and Sunday by the trip from New York up to Toronto. (No, I didn’t start in Toronto. Long story.) Saturday started off with the plan of taking a walking tour of the important bits of the city; that plan lasted maybe two hours before we decided that it was Too Damn Hot for this. And yet somehow my (one-way) travelling companion and I then proceeded to spend a couple of hours in the afternoon wandering around the East Village, in search of funky little galleries. Which were mostly closed for the weekend, it seemed. That evening we’d wanted to catch Shakespeare in the Park, for which tickets are free, but to get these free tickets it seems one has to line up four hours before the ticket window for that day opens. Unlucky. So we ended up catching a little improv show instead, which was entertaining.
Today, by contrast, I met up with many of the Usual Crowd, who were gathered in celebration of Elbie’s nth birthday. And now I’ve got someplace to sleep which, for the first time in four days, is not someone else’s living room. Ah, the luxury…