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New York City Trip (Day 5)

The last day was finally here. I'd survived a crappy flight, walked around Manhattan for hours, made good friends with the subway system, spent the better part of a day watching musicals, and eaten like mad for an entire day. All that was left was to wrap it all up.

We had lunch with one of my travel buddy's high school friends at a Cuban place in a mall, and it was a good time. The "in a mall" part doesn't sound all that interesting, but it apparently used to be a ship that they hollowed out & converted into a mall. So, there, it was actually cool. *sticks out tongue*

I hopped on a bus to get to Newark, and my buddy called for a car to get him to La Guardia. Basically, we parted ways soon after. The flights were uneventful, fortunately. So, sadly, the trip was over. That said, there were some things I'll never quite forget:
  • A guy who looked borderline homeless and performed in a roving acapella group in the subway spent about 10 minutes hitting on this decent looking girl in the subway. No fear, no shame, nothing:
    Homeless guy: "I noticed you don't have a ring on your finger. Is that because you're waiting for the right man? Well, bam! (strikes a pose) Right man"
  • One of the police stations near Times Square has frickin neon lights & a neon sign. Yes, I understand it's a tourist trap. No, I don't condone neon lights on a police station.
  • Being curious can pay off - my friend's boyfriend got us a round of free tequila shots by asking about a sign that was posted on the wall. At first the bartender was a little incredulous ("you're asking for a free round of shots? Seriously?"), but after he clarified why he was asking, she got us our shots
  • I apparently have a front. In fact, my travel companion claimed that I "look like a punk"
  • Sangria doesn't get old, even after four straight days. Heck, I even developed an opinion of what I liked. Oddly enough, the lower end places seemed to do a better job, in my newly-found opinion
Anyhow, that was my experience in New York City. It was a good time, and I'd go back in a heartbeat. Or to plan the next trip, where ever that may be.
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  1. (<> .. <>)December 21, 2009 at 10:34 AM

    I'm guessing sangria is a peasant food, like most cultural dishes, so holes-in-the-wall making better sangrias kind of makes sense.

    And I am quite proud that we're keeping the tradition alive.

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