You should know that bits and pieces of my heart are firmly lodged in the streets of Manhattan. And despite the fact that I've happily planted my roots on this here farm 'an all, it's sort of a requirement for me to reconnect with the city that never sleeps to keep my blood pumping. I used to travel to New York fairly regularly for business, but those trips have dwindled since September 11, 2001. And when I do get back to the city, I rarely have time to wander and properly consume the experience enough to reconnect with those missing bits and pieces.
So when two of my girlfriends suggested we fly up for the weekend (read: no work, all play), naturally I forced myself to say yes. Off we went. And although I didn't get to the MOMA on this trip, I did get to...
feel the weight of the World Trade Center site... purchase a pair of cheap sunglasses... shoot up at an erector-set-inspired sculpture of a skyscraper... dine on salmon at the Modern... witness a man-made waterfall installation under the Brooklyn Bridge... walk beneath the red, white and green garland on Mulberry Street... stroll through Central Park and browse on Bleeker Street... covet canvases suspended from string in the Village... laugh from the mezzanine on Broadway... enjoy a martini (okay, maybe two) at the Hudson... wait in line for a cupcake at the Magnolia Bakery... say a prayer at the alter of St. Patrick's Cathedral... dodge bodies in Chinatown... wonder if I should buckle my seat belt on the way to the meat packing district in a yellow cab... and
Find those missing bits and pieces.
