Wednesday, 5. August 2009
So it should come as no surprise that after Allison blogged 80% through the honeymoon she has sputtered out. Her blogging well is dry. So she has
played another wife card convinced me that I will do a much better job of blogging out the last day of the honeymoon than she would.
Up to this point, we had seen a lot, but we still had a few things we wanted to do: Today Show Friday concert, Little Italy, Chinatown, Rockefeller Center, Ed Sullivan Theater, and watching the sunset from the top of the Empire State Building.
One of the things we wanted to do this week was to see a show taping. I know, we live in LA, the capital of show business, but who does touristy things in their own town? So, on Monday we found out that the Today Show’s summer concert on Friday was Katy Perry. We decided it’d be a twofer and see a show taping and a concert at the same time, so we made ambitious plans to get up early on Friday. Very ambitious – the concert starts at 7:00 a.m. If you want to get up front and be on TV you have to get there well before 6:00 a.m. or have a fancy sign. Nowhere in the 150 pounds of luggage we brought to New York was there posterboard. And in NY posterboard runs about $28/sheet.
We had yet to get up before 9:00 a.m. this week. And the hotel room did not have a coffee maker.
We got up at 10.
I’m not a big KP fan anyway. We skipped ahead to the next thing on the list: seeing the adjacent historic neighborhoods of Little Italy and Chinatown. We hopped on the subway like cityfolk and popped out right in the heart of Chinatown. At this point, Allison mentioned that there is a famous fabric store very close by that she wanted to see. So we start walking to the fabric store. After 9 LONG blocks I’m about to point out that this is NOT close when she gets all giddy and announces that we are here! At this point I notice that we are the only tourists at the fabric store.
Me: “Why exactly is this store famous?”
Allison: “Honey, it’s Zarin Fabrics!”
Allison: “As in Jill Zarin!”
Allison: “Jill from RHWONY!!!!”
And our marriage was tested for the first time.
So we walked 9 long, silent blocks back to Little Italy and searched out an authentic Italian restaurant to eat lunch. We settled on La Mela. It seemed very authentic: huge meatballs, lots of wine, pictures of famous Italians dining there, and lots of flat-screens, which circulated through all of the security cameras. I’ve seen enough episodes of The Sopranos to understand why you need lots of security cameras. So we’re sitting there, drinking wine, eating meatballs and Parmesan and feeling pretty proud of ourselves for finding such a perfect spot. That’s when we look up and see this:
It was just hanging above us like some weird Italian mistletoe. I started to get a little nervous, wondering what type of ritual you’re supposed to do underneath such a mistletoe. I mean, we’re on our honeymoon and all, but I’m not much for PDA. And then I remembered the security cameras and the flat-screens.
After our close call, we got back on the subway towards Rockefeller Center. We saw the skating rink, 30 Rock, and Radio City Music Hall right across the street. Then we walked up Broadway to see the Ed Sullivan Theater, where Letterman is filmed. The EST doesn’t offer tours, and Letterman doesn’t tape on Fridays, so there wasn’t much to see. We walked around the side to see the Hello Deli and meet Rupert Jee. Rupert was in his deli looking very pissed at all the people that were coming inside and taking a picture with him and leaving without buying anything. So we decided against taking any photos with him.
After running around the city that never sleeps for 3 1/2 days, we were exhausted. As soon as we got back to the hotel, Allison instantly fell asleep, but I was too juiced (editors note: NO PUN INTENDED. So he says) to sleep because the Cardinals had just acquired Matt Holliday in the greatest baseball trade ever. I sat up and watched ESPN coverage of the trade for an hour until they ran out of different ways to say how awesome the Cardinals are. Then they put Rachel Nichols on.
I was awakened from my nap by the room door closing. Allison had gone out on her last NYC shopping excursion: 2 miniature bottles of Absolute Citron, 2 mini bottles of Absolute Vanilla, a Coke Zero, a 7-up, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, and 2 Snickers ice cream bars.
After she assured me that she had not somehow gotten high while I was asleep, she explained that she was determined to enjoy the last night of the honeymoon.
So we enjoyed our fine cuisine and well drinks. I don’t know if Allison was planning on me sleeping through her party or she just totally underestimated our lushiness, but the alcohol was gone in about an hour. We were wide awake and still ready to party so Allison suggested breaking open the mini bar and opening a couple of the $25 mini bottles.
This suggestion worked as intended.
I grabbed the umbrella and headed down to the liquor store.
It closed at 10 p.m.
It was 10:04.
I started wandering around NYC on a Friday night with the bums, looking for a liquor store. Google was no help. Park Avenue was no help. I finally found a grocery store, but it did not sell liquor, only beer. Because it was my honeymoon, I appeased my wife by buying a 6-pack of Corona.
I don’t even like Corona at regular price.
For better or worse…
Upon returning to the hotel, I opened the door to find my party bride…asleep. At 10:45 p.m.
On the last night of our honeymoon.
I guess we’re just not cut out for New York life.
All in all, we had a lot of fun and saw almost everything we wanted to see while in New York, but we were both ready to get back to LA. We missed the beaches, weather, and (I never thought I’d say this) prices. We’re beach bums and proud of it.
Although I think we’d both trade the 405 for the 6 train any day.