10/10/13 – The big apple

Woke up after more annoying dreams. I feel this is going to be the routine, at least for a while now. Weh. Skyped Mom whilst getting ready (she finally got her audio back, so we didn’t have to play charades anymore! Woohoo!) She told us that Nan had gotten our Graceland postcard and was really chuffed with it. Apparently it’s pride and place on the mantelpiece too! Special!

We caught out bus into New York and the first thing that snared us was a giant Disney store. It even had an upstairs! The only Lilo & Stitch thing I could find was an adorable Christmas ornament, so of course I had to get it. Sod the tree though – it’s going in my room! Got Theresa a new winter Belle too. We then walked through Central Park for a couple of hours. Feck me, it’s huge! We found a mini Beatles section, an Alice in Wonderland statue, one of Hans Christian Anders, and Balto’s memorial!! Safe to say we were most excited about that one.

Who else has seen the amazing Don Bluth movie inspired by Balto’s story? ❤

We did lunch at Applebee’s. I had chilli soup, honey pepper chicken tenders with fries, and some amazing red apple sangria that we discovered last year. Everything was lovely! We found the music in there appropriate because they played ‘I Think We’re Alone Now’ (sad times!) followed by ‘Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves’. They even played Erik Hassle, which I was definitely impressed by! They also had the most brilliant Halloween decoration – a moving ghost on a zip wire that would occasionally take trips around its circuit, making ridiculous noises. It was hilarious, we were crying!

As we were looking at a machine with broadway show information to try and decide which one we wanted to go for, a really camp waiter tried to help us out. He told us about a booth that sold discounted tickets all day. A girl came through as he was talking and he asked if she needed a table for one. She gave a very non-committal ‘yeah’ and just carried on in. We asked the guy if he wanted to go and serve her, rather than us taking up all his time, and he was just like ‘No! Not with that attitude!’ Too funny.

The ticket idea then didn’t pan out because they were still really expensive even when discounted (which was a shame because there was one with Zachary Levi in it!) But on the way to the booth we were stopped by a comedian called Dan Tamayo, I think, who totally reminded us of Jon Lovitz. He pegged us as ‘funny British people’ straightaway and gave us half price tickets to a stand-up comedy show for twenty dollars. He named all of the comedians, including Simon Amstell of all people! Of course we were definitely up for it, so he reserved us a couple of seats.

From there we went to the Rockerfeller Centre to check out the skyline view. Going up sixty-seven floors in the lift was pretty cool and the view really was quite good (thought I really thought everything just looked too crowded). Not to mention it was bloody freezing up there! We had some fun in the Breezeway Showcase room though. The wall and ceiling tiles light up, assigning a different colour to each person and reflecting their movements. So I had a green light following me round the room, even when I literally ran. Some Americans in there clearly thought I was crazy, but they at least seemed to find it funny. I hope.

Apparently green is my colour… I’ll take it.

After grabbing a yummy cinnamon pretzel we headed over to the comedy club. It was only very tiny, meaning our seats were pretty good. We soon learnt though that Dan had lied to us. I even asked one of the staff, but apparently Simon Amstell wasn’t playing at all. In spite of that though, it was still a great night. Every one of the comedians were very amusing – in particular we liked one called Michael Lawrence. He looked like Zach Galifianakis with glasses. He asked if there was anyone from Britain, so of course me and Kel woo’ed and he said we sounded like a pair of drunken ghosts (the image probably wasn’t helped by the fact that we had a bucket and six bottles of Magners in front of us). He then started going on about Voldemort and how we wouldn’t speak his name. Very amusing.

We were feeling a little merry by this point and had to grab food on the walk back to the bus station. I was craving cheesy chips, but didn’t really get to satisfy that craving. FYI America; cheese sauce is NOT the same as real cheese. I did like the crispy onion touch though, so I guess you saved yourselves a little. And to make things worse, when we got back we realised that the maids had been into our room and that Ed and Stitch had mysteriously disappeared! I rang the front desk but none of the staff were able to shed any light on the situation. And apparently the maid who’d cleaned our room didn’t start work till nine the following morning. This didn’t bode well because that was the time we needed to have checked out by in order to catch our coach. I was definitely not impressed.

Overall our New York experience had been pretty hectic. I’d never actually expected myself to be a fan of New York… and I was right. It’s like America’s version of London, only ten-fold. And we already know how much I dislike London. I found that New York was ridiculously busy, expensive, people on the streets hounded you for money over many various things (and were very pushy about it), the whole place looked dirty, all the crazy tall buildings were just too crammed together, and all the noises, sights and smells just felt like an assault on my senses. Central Park was the only nice area. Wouldn’t ever want to go back.