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Connecting with locals is the way to live a place when you visit.
NYU was my university, so I lived in NYC in the 90s.
Would not want to permanently live here again, but OH! How I love to visit.
I am bowled over by how amazing my friends are.
I am humbled to be able to roll into the big city into such welcoming arms.
I am lucky to so joyously experience a place with such love and shared experience.
Here is some of what I’ve been up to the last 5 days…
The High Line in Chelsea is an old, abandoned railroad track that has been turned into a beautiful garden-ed walkway. Hopefully when they finish the park over Central Expwy in Dallas, it will feel something like this.
My friend David, who lives in Dallas, happened to stop in NYC for a few days on his way home from Switzerland and Sweden. Laughing with him is a bestie, Joshua, who splits his time between NYC & Dallas.
Of course, there was lots of subway riding. The kids on the right pop locking late at night is the kind of thing that makes New York so ALIVE all the time. Just one little tidbit of zillions that show the city’s 24/7 energy…
When in New York, you eat amazing food. This is asparagus mousse and mushroom risotto from french restaurant Gascogne. It was consumed alongside a lovely bottle of cold Sancerre.
One night’s activities included the opening night of the NY Asian Film fest in Lincoln Center.
And whoa, whoa, WHOA! I randomly popped into a rice pudding shop in SOHO and there stood a former co-worker who was also visiting from Dallas. Geez! (meaning awesome serendipity)
At Lincoln Center a romantic, hand-in-hand stop by the plaza fountain was a must.
From there it was a cab downtown to speakeasy The Raines Law Room.
A suited man pokes his head out, says it may be an hour (this at 1am).
Which causes him to disappear and then return to usher us in.
So, every freaking town has places they call speakeasies with mixologists and such.
The only two I’ve been to that do it right are this place and Violet Hour in Chicago.
Very dark. Quiet. Cozy. Only as many allowed inside that can sit in the space.
Oh and unbeatable KILLER COCKTAILS.
Parisian jazz in Red Hook, a super fun meet up with B from STFUParents and a batch of her pals.
There was so much more…
But, friends, I am weary.
My feet are blistered, my shins ache, my throat sore.
I must finish packing.
Every item of clothing I brought must be washed immediately upon return.
I’m leaving behind a bucket of sweat, friends anyone would be lucky to call such
& taking home days of happy memories.
Laughter, love and good living.
See you soon with another thrifty post.