Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

In a very quick and spontaneous moment at brunch the other day, I decided to go to New York for the September long weekend. Since I already had the friday off, it was an easy decision.

I headed out friday morning at an ungodly hour. Really - no one should be up at 5 am - ever! After making a pit stop in Phoenix, we finally arrived in NYC. We were so amped about being in New York to start with, but take into consideration the time change and, as Justin put it so eloquently - "there's still some party left in Justin!"

We quickly dropped off our luggage at our hotel which was smack dab in the middle of Times Square, and headed out for a night on the town. We ended up at one of the many irish bars between 7th and Avenue of Americas and found a lovely irish bartender to entertain. After many beers, and many drawings of Melbourne and Acapulco, we were ready to call it a night, except that our new Irish friend decided he wasn't ready for the laughter to end and bought us a round of beer. This may have been my demise.

We were supposed to meet up with Caroline at 11 am the next day, and of course 10:40 am came around way too early - surprise surprise. We made our way, albeit slowly, to Rockefeller Centre for their art tour which was by far the longest 1 1/2 hrs of my life. Being hung over and listening to a lovely gentleman from Texas talk about Rockefeller Jr.'s eccentricities and vision, really, not good for the nausea...especially when there aren't any easily available bathrooms should one feel the need to hurl. Thankfully I managed to keep it together until the greasy burger and fries that basically brought me back from the dead.

We then proceeded to the Top of the Rock where the "Relentless" chaos not only began, but may have frightened the other tourists with the sudden bursts of laughter, snorting by Justin and sober debauchery in general.
The next day was an epic walk through the various neighbourhoods of New York. We headed west through Hell's Kitchen, slowly made our way through Chelsea and the Village, finally stopping in Soho for a bevvie and a visit to Evolution to check out the skelingtons. Although they had some cool stuff - the number of spiders began to give me the creeps, as did the fetus skeleton. After surviving the crowds in Chinatown and Little Italy we managed to find our way over the Brooklyn bridge.

That night we headed down to the Lower Eastside to meet up with Caro and Hinh for some sushi and sake on our last night in the Big Apple. Afterwards, we decided that bar hopping was the best way to get to know the neighbourhood so off we went. We eventually stopped at a lovely Cuban bar with tasty margaritas & mojitos, not to mention Van Gohg vodka, a most dangerous beverage due to its ease of drinkability. We ended the night at a bar where we, yet again made friends with the bartender (I see a trend) and to top it all of, they served tator tots as an appy!!

Although it never ceases to amaze me, our time in the city that never sleeps came to an end and we headed back to reality, still in awe of how incredible New York really is. So kiddies, if you know of any Manhattan ad agencies looking to hire an interactive pm (and pay to move me), hook me up! I would move to NYC in a heartbeat!