Day: 120
We are not the most excessive of planners (long time readers already know this about me), when I joined this little road trip across the country the only thing the boys had planned on was a concert and a Red Sox game in Boston. This left us to try and fill in the rest of the gaps ourselves, hopefully with some culture and history not only drinking.
This morning when we finally made it upand ready it was just after eleven. We grabbed some breakfast in the park and headed into the overcast city (looks like rain again) to try and find ourselves tickets to a broadway show today. Fortunately, from my last visit here in May, I already knew where the half price ticket window was so we headed there first to see what was playing, and what we could get a last minute deal on. For $54 each we managed to get tickets to Avenue Q a musical complete with puppet sex. It has to be great. We still had a couple hours to our two o’clock matinee, but the rain had just unleashed its complete power on NYC (easily the worst rain of The World Tour so far) and we were all in sandals. We grabbed a cab to the theatre, found a bar next door, had a pint and played some pool while we waited for our show to start.
After a couple hours of classic musical comedy, complete with songs like “Everyone is a Little Bit Racist” and “The Internet (is for Porn)”, we made our way back to Times Square to get ticket to see Kevin Pollock at Carolines Comedy Club tonight, $30 cover and two drink minumum (funny to think I was living it up in Turkey just a few months ago for less than just the cover charge for entire days). Reservations in place we went on a little shopping spree for clean shirts and went back to the hotel for a few drinks in our room and a little down time.
The taxi dropped us off outside the club just after seven for an eight o’clock show. We went inside, got a table and laughed our asses off for a solid two hours. Afterward we piled in a cab and told him to take us somewhere fun; he smiled and shot through the streets of NY at sixty miles an hour barely missing just about everything. $9 later he dropped us off on a street full of bars and we began wandering from one to another. The night flew by, but it somehow ended up with us breaking up a fight and me getting blood (not my own) on my new shirt. Damn.
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Where are the pictures?? We want photos! Downtown, uptown, midtown. Show us the city from a California boys’ perspective.
You guys take care of yourselves and stay out of the fight clubs!
International traveler………peace keeper……..shoot you got my vote for the U.N. Can’t get any worse!!