So, we've made it through 2 days of our honeymoon. Jeff took us to the airport Friday night, and our plane was delayed an hour and a half. We got into EWR at 7 in the morning. I slept about 2 hours, Michelle didn't sleep at all. We took a bus from Newark to the Port Authority, then hoofed it to Stacey's hotel, the Belvedere. Sadly there was no fat guy polishing the china. We went out to breakfast at a french something-or other and had some awesome eggs, french toast & other Denny's-esque faire. Then we went & got tickets for The Wedding Singer. It is a Broadway play based on the movie. Michelle & Stacey & some other teachers went shopping while I went in search of the place to pay for our apartment. We were at 49th & 4th, and the place was on Broadway & 30th. So that's about a mile & a half I think. I was walking down Broadway & saw a Sysco truck parked on Broadway unloading product at some restaurant, and beside it a cop writing it a ticket for being illegally parked. Classic! :)
So then I got the place paid for & we had to wait till 4 to get in. So we went & saw the Wedding Singer. It kicked ass! I have not liked any of the Broadway shows that I've seen (Rent & Aida in Phoenix) so my opinion of Broadway shows has been rather negative. But this show was great! I was expecting 80's music but got mostly original songs. There were some lines & songs directly from the movie. So I guess the story recognition and the fact that there were tons of 80's references made it that much better.
After the show we went back to Stacey's to get our luggage & schlepped it across town on a subway to our apartment, which we could not find for a while. We walked about 8 blocks & found it. We are in Bed-Stuy, and I think we are 2 of 2 white people in this neighborhood. Mostly black & Puerto Ricans. It's not the nicest place in the world, but it's fun! OUr apartment is 500 sq ft with underwear-thin curtains on the windows. There's a streetlamp right outside our door, so that sucks. Our room is very bright, but at least the AC is cold. We're sleeping on a futon in the floor in the living roomish kind of room. The bedroom doesn't get any air from the window AC unit.
Saturday night we went back into the city to meet Stacey & have dinner. We were recommended to go to a jazz club, but the guy at the door was a total dick, so we took off. We found a seafood Italian/Thai place across the street, so that's where we wound up. The great jazz musician Blossom Dearie was there signing autographs. I had never heard of her but evidently she's very famous. We got slow shitty service & had to ask for everything. We went in search of a karaoke bar but were unsuccessful.
The subway ride to dinner was interesting though. We got on a train with some nutcase black guy screaming "All the niggahs of the world!" over & over again. Once we got to the next stop we jumped off & onto the next car.
Sunday we were supposed to go to church, but due to lack of sleep, we slept through it. We got up around 10 then headed into the city. On the walk to the subway, 4 12 year olds on bikes were riding by, and one of them yelled out "I'd bump that from behind!" to Michelle, which totally threw us for a loop. Too funny. What a little shit. We headed in to see the Harlem Gospel Choir at BB King's House of Blues. It was amazing! We had a total blast & sat at a table with these 2 black ladies, one very fat & one very skinny. The brunch was ok. They were out of collared greens by the time we arrived & the catfish was cold (I think it was catfish anyway...) So then we hopped a subway down to the West village & watched the pride parade for a few hours. Total freakshow! Very fun though.
We then walked all the way downtown, saw ground zero, which was very somber & very surreal. I stayed in a hotel right down the street from the spot when the towers were still there 5 years ago & was amazed at how different everything looked & felt. We then wandered further downtown & saw the building I would have worked at.
By then we were tired & hungry, so we hopped a bus back to a subway, then back up to the Village. After much deliberation we wound up at a corner Italian place. I had some pesto pasta & Michelle had rigatoni & sausage. It was very good, but again, slow service! Very odd. I expected different out of NYC.
We went to an Internet cafe & hunted for a karaoke bar. We found one on the upper east side & hopped a cab up there. We went to some dive & sang a few songs, and I guess I sang so well that I got a beer on the house! :)
At about 12:30ish we headed to the subway & made it home in about 30 minutes. Not too bad. Tomorrow it's off to see Letterman & the Yankees. yay!