Thursday #27 – I woke up this Thursday to a text from The Bad Influence remarking on the fact my move to the East meant I was no longer hanging around Manly when he was out getting his drink on. I set the record straight and informed him that the reason I wasn’t hanging around Mantown that Thursday evening was because it was only Thursday morning in New York and I was just waking up.
After what felt like an eternity on the plane on Wednesday – 19 hours of flying to arrive 7 hours after I left, I was surprisingly not too tired and not at all jetlagged come Thursday morn. The Weather Girl and I had decided on an itinerary and this Thursday was to be my downtown Manhattan and Brooklyn day. What I didn’t anticipate was that the damn Statue Of Liberty would take up most of my day. For a kinda ugly once-was-copper-now-is-green giant lady, she sure can pull a crowd! I got the subway downtown, lined up for ages to buy a ticket, spent another 90 minutes lining up to board the ferry, did a quick loop of Liberty Island, took a few million photos of the statue and then lined up some more to head back to Manhattan.
Once I got off the boat I figured I needed to get my New York on and indulged in a giant pretzel some dude on the street was selling. Not content that that was healthy enough, I opted for the hot cheese filled pretzel and ate it watching a bunch of black guys do flips over the top of a few rather scared looking audience members in the park. After taking in the unexpected performance in Battery Park, I headed off to find Wall St and Ground Zero.
I stumbled across some free wifi at Bowling Green so a quick skype chat was made to DTM (who was using the free wifi at Bob Marley’s house) to organise how, when and where we’d be meeting up in Jamaica on Friday morning. I then carried on my way; found Wall St, took some pics of the street sign, checked out the New York Stock Exchange, wandered around to where the World Trade Centre used to be, got snap happy with the pretty tulips in City Hall Park (those New Yorkers sure do know how to do a park) before heading off to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
I’d already decided there was not going to be time to see anything in Brooklyn but figured I could still squeeze in a sunset walk across the bridge before getting the subway back to take in an (off-) Broadway show. Bridge done it was time to go see Rent. The Weather Girl had seen this when it was in Sydney a million years ago and as a result I had heard the soundtrack over and over again and decided a long time ago that I was going to have to see the show for myself. When it started I realised just how much I’d heard that soundtrack as not only did I know key songs like Seasons Of Love but I also knew from the first beep on the answering machine that the next line would be “That was a very loud beep, I don’t even know if this is working Mark! Mark are you there? Are you screening your calls? It’s Mom.”
When the show finished at 10.40 it was time to haul arse back to the Upper West Side, collect my luggage from my hostel and get a cab to JFK so I could make my 2am flight to Jamaica. A rather massive Thursday but one which I somehow (thankfully) managed to stay awake for. Thursdays without free movies are looking up!
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