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Hooray, my computer is back! At first it was looking like the power socket had broken, but when the chap at the computer shop cracked it open it turned out that it was fine and it was the adapter that was the problem. One new adapter and a bit of extra RAM later, it's better that new!
To celebrate here's another New York entry!
As you can imagine, the morning after our night out at the sports bar did not begin well. Any thought I had about getting up early to go and do stuff went straight out the window and I barely managed to struggle out of bed before midday. In the end the only reason I did get up was because I realised that a little visitor had arrived during the night and I had to go to the drug store to buy some supplies.
*le sigh*
Meanwhile Helen was feeling even worse and, as I discovered when I went to take a shower, had thrown up a couple of times during the night. Errg. Even thinking about getting out of bed was beyond her so I fumbled my way through a show, chocked down some toast and a cup of tea, gathered the stuff I wanted to Fed-Ex home and finally emerged into the world.
Of course it was one of those, crisp, sunny Manhattan days that makes the whole city sparkle, and once I got out into the fresh air I stared to feel much better. I schlepped up to fed-Ex where I paid and exorbitant amount of money to send one small box to Australia then made my way down to CVS where I got some needed supplies, a sewing kit to sew the button that fell off my coat back on and a box of Easy Mac for lunch.
After that I decided to take a bit of a walk in the sunshine, so I headed down 23rd over 6th and 5th and took a look around that end of the neighbourhood. After a while, though, I was getting hungry and I wasn't sure what Helen wanted to do so I headed back to the Chelsea for lunch.
As it turned out, what Helen wanted to do the most of all was curl up in a ball and die. Failing that, she decided that spending the afternoon in bed was the next best thing, so in bed she stayed. Unfortunately she was beginning to suspect that her problem was more than a hangover and that neglecting her gluten free diet was catching up with her. Either way she felt pretty terrible and I don't blame her at all for wanting to do nothing more than hide out under the covers all day.
I hung around the room for a while, eating my Easy Mac and watching some TV, but after a while I was starting to feel restless and Helen eventually told me to go off and do my thing because she was no condition to do anything at all.
Since I'd walked up toward Midtown earlier in the day, this time I headed in the opposite direction toward a Salvation Army store on 8th that I'd noticed the day before. I can never resist a good thrift store and it would have been remiss of me to not visit at least one while I was in New York. And of course, what do I find? Shoes. The cutest pair of black patent Mary Jane's with a lovely three inch heel that had hardly been worn at all. And they were only $6! How could I resist?
Feeling flushed with retail triumph, I headed up to 9th for a cupcake from Billy's and then I continued on down the street toward the Meatpacking district while I ate. That morning's weather reports were predicting massive amounts of snow for the following day, and all around me people were salting the sidewalks or carting bags of salt so they could start dressing the sidewalk. It's not something you ever see in Australia.
One of the things I did really want to do was check out the High Line, a public park that had been created out of an abandoned elevated railway. I'd read about it in a magazine before I left, but so far I hadn't gotten around to visiting it. So you can imagine how delighted I was when I turned right on 14th, walked to the end of the street and found myself staring right at it!
It was getting on for late afternoon by the time I got there, and being winter most of the plants and trees were dormant, so there was hardly anyone around as I walked toward the Gansevoort street stairs. It was actually kind of spooky, like the city had ceased to exist and the only two people in the world were me and a little old lady walking her dog. Every now and then I'd peer over the edge at up market boutiques, new warehouse conversions and long established wholesale butchers shops. Indeed it was a very curious part of the world.
Once I got to the end of the park, I wandered down through the Meatpacking district. It only 4pm but already starting to get dark and I wanted to get back to the hotel before the snow started. Along the way I took in more of the now familiar juxtaposition of chic clothing stores and up-market eateries in what used to be a very working class district, so it came as no surprise when I stumbled upon a marquee set up outside of what looked like it used to be a foundry with some very scantily clad young women wearing very tall shoes emerging from large black cars so they could be escorted down a red carpet. Not sure what was going on. It was possibly something to do with fashion week, but I didn't want to get too close lest the large men wearing earpieces decided I was a bother to be dealt with.
It was pretty dark by the time I got home and starting to get very cold outside, however the heater in our room had finally kicked in properly and inside it was stifling! It was so hot I had to strip down to jeans and a t-shirt and open the balcony door to get some cool air circulating.
Helen had finally emerged from her cocoon and was dressed, although she was still not feeling the best. But she was determined to take some stuff up to Fed-Ex to send back to Australia so somehow she managed to get her act together and we made yet another trip to the Fed-Ex on 7th. We had plenty of food back at the hotel so we forwent a final trip to Whole Foods, but both of us were faced with the task of packing all our stuff for the move to the Hyatt the next next morning. It was just starting to snow as we walked down 23rd for the last time and it was then that I reaslied that I would really miss the Chelsea and the neighbourhood as a whole. I'd had a great time while I was there and couldn't have asked for a better stay for my first trip to New York.
To celebrate here's another New York entry!
As you can imagine, the morning after our night out at the sports bar did not begin well. Any thought I had about getting up early to go and do stuff went straight out the window and I barely managed to struggle out of bed before midday. In the end the only reason I did get up was because I realised that a little visitor had arrived during the night and I had to go to the drug store to buy some supplies.
*le sigh*
Meanwhile Helen was feeling even worse and, as I discovered when I went to take a shower, had thrown up a couple of times during the night. Errg. Even thinking about getting out of bed was beyond her so I fumbled my way through a show, chocked down some toast and a cup of tea, gathered the stuff I wanted to Fed-Ex home and finally emerged into the world.
Of course it was one of those, crisp, sunny Manhattan days that makes the whole city sparkle, and once I got out into the fresh air I stared to feel much better. I schlepped up to fed-Ex where I paid and exorbitant amount of money to send one small box to Australia then made my way down to CVS where I got some needed supplies, a sewing kit to sew the button that fell off my coat back on and a box of Easy Mac for lunch.
After that I decided to take a bit of a walk in the sunshine, so I headed down 23rd over 6th and 5th and took a look around that end of the neighbourhood. After a while, though, I was getting hungry and I wasn't sure what Helen wanted to do so I headed back to the Chelsea for lunch.
As it turned out, what Helen wanted to do the most of all was curl up in a ball and die. Failing that, she decided that spending the afternoon in bed was the next best thing, so in bed she stayed. Unfortunately she was beginning to suspect that her problem was more than a hangover and that neglecting her gluten free diet was catching up with her. Either way she felt pretty terrible and I don't blame her at all for wanting to do nothing more than hide out under the covers all day.
I hung around the room for a while, eating my Easy Mac and watching some TV, but after a while I was starting to feel restless and Helen eventually told me to go off and do my thing because she was no condition to do anything at all.
Since I'd walked up toward Midtown earlier in the day, this time I headed in the opposite direction toward a Salvation Army store on 8th that I'd noticed the day before. I can never resist a good thrift store and it would have been remiss of me to not visit at least one while I was in New York. And of course, what do I find? Shoes. The cutest pair of black patent Mary Jane's with a lovely three inch heel that had hardly been worn at all. And they were only $6! How could I resist?
Feeling flushed with retail triumph, I headed up to 9th for a cupcake from Billy's and then I continued on down the street toward the Meatpacking district while I ate. That morning's weather reports were predicting massive amounts of snow for the following day, and all around me people were salting the sidewalks or carting bags of salt so they could start dressing the sidewalk. It's not something you ever see in Australia.
One of the things I did really want to do was check out the High Line, a public park that had been created out of an abandoned elevated railway. I'd read about it in a magazine before I left, but so far I hadn't gotten around to visiting it. So you can imagine how delighted I was when I turned right on 14th, walked to the end of the street and found myself staring right at it!
It was getting on for late afternoon by the time I got there, and being winter most of the plants and trees were dormant, so there was hardly anyone around as I walked toward the Gansevoort street stairs. It was actually kind of spooky, like the city had ceased to exist and the only two people in the world were me and a little old lady walking her dog. Every now and then I'd peer over the edge at up market boutiques, new warehouse conversions and long established wholesale butchers shops. Indeed it was a very curious part of the world.
Once I got to the end of the park, I wandered down through the Meatpacking district. It only 4pm but already starting to get dark and I wanted to get back to the hotel before the snow started. Along the way I took in more of the now familiar juxtaposition of chic clothing stores and up-market eateries in what used to be a very working class district, so it came as no surprise when I stumbled upon a marquee set up outside of what looked like it used to be a foundry with some very scantily clad young women wearing very tall shoes emerging from large black cars so they could be escorted down a red carpet. Not sure what was going on. It was possibly something to do with fashion week, but I didn't want to get too close lest the large men wearing earpieces decided I was a bother to be dealt with.
It was pretty dark by the time I got home and starting to get very cold outside, however the heater in our room had finally kicked in properly and inside it was stifling! It was so hot I had to strip down to jeans and a t-shirt and open the balcony door to get some cool air circulating.
Helen had finally emerged from her cocoon and was dressed, although she was still not feeling the best. But she was determined to take some stuff up to Fed-Ex to send back to Australia so somehow she managed to get her act together and we made yet another trip to the Fed-Ex on 7th. We had plenty of food back at the hotel so we forwent a final trip to Whole Foods, but both of us were faced with the task of packing all our stuff for the move to the Hyatt the next next morning. It was just starting to snow as we walked down 23rd for the last time and it was then that I reaslied that I would really miss the Chelsea and the neighbourhood as a whole. I'd had a great time while I was there and couldn't have asked for a better stay for my first trip to New York.
nostalgic