Now technically, I do concede that I only spent most of a weekend in New York, but I’m going to count it anyway because we were there from first thing Saturday morning until late Sunday night, and enough activities were done to make me feel justified in marking it off.
That being said, I had a fantastic time. Jen and I took the Bolt Bus up bright and early the day before Valentine’s Day, and made our way to our hotel by 11am. And whoa boy, was it ever a nice hotel. Everything about the place was beautiful. Giant flat-screen TV, huge black stone tiled shower, enormous comfortable bed, full-wall picture windows with a remote controlled blackout screen…it had everything. I’m still sad that we had to leave. After enjoying the hotel for the afternoon, we went to dinner at Blossom, a fancy vegan restaurant, that I was more satisfied with than I would have imagined. After we’d finished, it was off to BAM to see the Magnetic Fields. We closed the night out with a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, and then went upstairs to get some sleep.
The next morning, we walked over to South Street Seaport for a little while (it was an absolutely gorgeous day, luckily), and then we set off to see the New Museum, but along the way accidentally stumbled across Chinese New Year in the middle of Chinatown, so we spent the majority of the afternoon looking at dragons and setting off confetti poppers and just milling around the area. It was an awful lot of fun. When we’d had our fill, we got lunch in a cute little cafe in the Upper East Side, and then walked to Strand, because yes: we go to bookstores on vacation. After a few more stops, we headed home and got some much needed rest.
It wasn’t the most lengthy of all trips, but it was a really nice little escape for a couple days. I actually can’t recall another weekend that I had more fun for such an unbroken period of time. Good stuff.
89/101 left.
