Here’s me, running through the terrible scenarios that could happen involving the plane ride (terrorist attack, something wrong with the plane, we crash upon take-off/landing and erupt into a ball of flames killing us all, we fall out of the sky for whatever reason, and die upon impact, we fall out of the sky for whatever reason and land in the ocean (we were not flying anywhere near any oceans..but..you never know) and either die upon impact, or sink under the water and die of drowning, or land in the water and float for days on an inflated raft eventually killing each other out of delirium, or die of exposure/sharks, OR the worst case would be that I am the sole survivor and float and die of sharks/exposure).
So we spent a couple of days having yummy home-cooked meals, and warm, gift-filled Christmas celebrations with family.
Among the family members, I got to hang out with a couple of sweet animals:
Then we took a train into the city.
At the Station, there was a model train display.
On our way to our first destination, I saw the one famous (though not technically famous) person that I saw while in NY:
Then we went to the Museum of Natural History, where my mom fell in love with some Protoctists (single-celled organisms):
She just thought the models that the museum had created were really beautiful, which they were:
The museum’s displays were all very beautiful (some actual taxidermied animals, some models).
After the museum, we trekked to the cafe that was used as the exterior shot for the Seinfeld restaurant:
We got some hot cocoa and sweet treats at a cafe called “Le Monde”, which felt right out of Amelie, and then headed to “Mood”, the fabric store that the designers visit on Project Runway. As a souvenir, my mom bought me some fabric to use for a scarf.
It was like an Africa-themed Cirque du Soleil, with singers, dancers, acrobats, a unicyclist (who at one point pedaled a mini-cycle, which looked like about a foot of lead pipe on a single caster), and a contortionist who passed his body through the hoop of a tennis racket. It was a lot of fun.
Next day, we went to Ben’s Pizzeria, which appears in the opening credits to the Louie tv show. (All of these tv places were my idea…I’m a dork.)
We got a slice there:
And listened to some piano music at Washington Square Park:
Then we took a walk along the High Line.
Which is a walkway that was converted from an old train track.
The rails are still visible along the path, but it’s been spiffed up with plants (much prettier in the spring/summer), artists, benches, and the like. The day was BEAUTIFUL (sunny and high of 50!!!), so it was a nice walk.
Then we went to the Chelsea Market.
We headed to the Frick, my mom’s favorite NY museum, because they were displaying Vermeer’s Girl with the Pearl Earring.
Passing by Central Park, we caught a one-woman ballet.
We also went to the Jewels by Jar exhibit, which is a bit controversial. It was a display of jewelry made by this guy, who is a total NUT. The controversy surrounds the supposed commercialism of the exhibit (people argue, and I agree, that it is merely a money-making enterprise rather than an art exhibit; the exhibit includes items that are for sale). But cripes, his work is out there. Very big, heavy, chunky, flamboyant. It was a scene, man.
After the museum, we headed to Rockefeller Center, which made me very angry because there were too many people. Here is an angry photo of the plaza:
On the way home, we passed Madison Avenue.
And hey! there’s the Chrysler Building.
It was our last night in New York, and we awoke to a fire alarm in our hotel at 4 am. 🙂
We stumbled down to the lobby, and waited with sirens blaring and fire fighters going to and fro for about 15 minutes before they eventually got it turned off and told us to go back to bed. This is us, getting off the elevator returning to our rooms. Turned out to be a “faulty alarm.”
New York cried the day we left.