Originally, I had planned to check out the Met & MOMA museums to see a talk by a fashion blogger and a handful of Charlie Chaplin films. My endeavours the night before, however, led me to a bar playing his films as a backdrop to some tasty food & drink, so I decided to forego the museums and spend the day flying by the seat of my pants. I think that’s what I do best; I’m learning to follow my gut; I’m also learning how to use semicolons. #workinprogress.
By the time I was ready to have breakfast, it was lunch time, so I thought it appropriate to type gluten-free into yelp and head to the nearest location. I ended up at Little Beet, and I wanted to eat everything. I took advantage of their seasonal menu and forego the gluten-free doughnut that was calling, nay - screaming my name from behind the glass display. But only because the place was packed to the max and I couldn’t figure out how the line worked. It makes me sound like an idiot but really, you order and pay at one end, and the doughnuts are on display at the very other end! How was I supposed to know those were there? Am I seriously going to wait in that line up again for a doughnut? Nope. Though I’ll probably dream about it’s sugary exterior layer for weeks to come.
Next on the docket, The High Line. And no, it in fact did not involve lines of cocaine at two in the afternoon. It did however lead down to the freedom tower as well as the staten island ferry docks where it was decided that some of NYC’s mystery would be kept alive by admiring the statue of liberty from afar.
I seem to have made a habit of this. Not doing the touristy stuff you’re “supposed” to. I think it’s mostly because I’d rather try to live like a local while experiencing some of the unique aspects of the city. It may also be because I’d like to leave a bit of the city to my imagination. The big tourist attractions come with high expectations. Expecting to see the most breathtaking view, eat the tastiest food, or if you’re right in Time’s Square - be entertained by the sexiest women. It’s often slightly underwhelming compared to the image you had in mind. Then again, maybe I just want an excuse to visit again! I mean, I feel like I only did 75% of the things I wanted to do, and now that I’ve been to NYC, there are even more things I want to see and do. Who am I kidding? It’s probably just cause I’m broke as fuck.