After yesterday's rambling, bitter post, I think I should probably mention all of the awesome-amazing parts of my trip (which, to be honest, was everything else we did as soon as we got there). I guess I can just start where I left off and try to give you some of the highlights--although there may be too many highlights to give in just one post, for basically everything about New York City is a highlight.
The first thing I noticed the moment I stepped out into the city was the crazy cacophony of smells. Every few feet, new and exotic and wonderful aromas would wash over us until I felt I would drown in the vivacity of it all.
The second thing I noticed were the people. Not just the fact that there were hundreds of them, thousands of them, anywhere and everywhere and all talking at once. It was what they were saying, or rather, what I couldn't understand them saying. Alien languages hit me from all sides in a way that was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time. Growing up in Kansas, everyone speaks either English or Spanish. However, here, everyone spoke everything, from languages I may have recognized to ones I couldn't even begin to guess at.
My mother and I had only been walking for five minutes when I looked up and saw it:
Simon and Schuster.
A god of book publishing, a company I would probably sell my soul and first-born child to work for. It was just nonchalantly sitting there, right down the street from my hotel, casting a sort of reverent and yet unassuming glow over the middle of the block. I literally almost had a heart attack right there on the sidewalk next to the Halal food cart.
It was fate.
I'd been in the city for 1/12 of an hour and I'd already located my destiny.
Which conveniently is right across the street from Magnolia Bakery, which makes some of the best cupcakes in all of New York.
Or so I'd been told. And I have to admit, they were pretty damn good.
As we were walking to our restaurant, I was busy trying to balance being a tourist and not being too touristy. It was not easy. I did my best not to look completely awed and infatuated and (a little) overwhelmed, but I'm fairly certain I failed.
Yes, the crazy eyes came out a lot during this trip.
Anywhere, as I was pathetically trying to look like it wasn't my first time ever in the greatest city on earth, I stumbled into Times Square.
And then I had to completely drop my cool facade and squeal like the tourist I inescapably was, because I had no idea we'd be going through Times Square.
And I had no idea Times Square would look like this:
My mother literally had to drag me away so we would make it to our dinner reservations on time (which is okay, because we ended up returning every night. I mean, how could you not?)
And I was really glad we made it to our restaurant, because it was the cutest little Italian restaurant I've ever seen, with delicious angel hair pasta and even more delicious deserts.
Yes, we got two.
After dinner, we headed to the Majestic Theater to see The Phantom of the Opera. Which blew me away. The theater was beautiful, the cast was beautiful, the singing was beautiful, the story was beautiful.
Basically, I liked it a little bit.
Or, you know, a lot bit.
Later, as we were walking home, I lost my sanity for a second and started trying to take pictures of New York at night without changing the camera's setting.
They turned out something like this:
It doesn't matter anyway. No picture could ever do justice for New York City at night. It's indescribable. I've never in my life seen anything more bewitching.
And I won't again until I return to New York for good.
As I was getting ready for bed, I happened to glance at the clock. It was 11:11.
Now, I'm not exactly a superstitious person, but I always figure it's better to be safe than sorry.
So I made a wish.
I won't tell you what I wished for, because if there is any power in this practice, my wish would never come true. However, I don't think I need to tell you.
I think you can probably guess.
Title song: "Unobstructed Views" - Death Cab for Cutie