Oh my God, oh my God, you guys!
I left my heart in San Francisco, but fell in love with New York.
Mr. Alterhausen and I were stationed at the Marriott in the Financial District, our room at which was twice the size at half the price as most hotels in NYC, and we had a beautiful, sweeping view of the city which included the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. The weather, of which I expected the worst, was perfectly spring-like, like it knew I was coming.
We saw the site of Studio 54, the Tiffany’s in "Breakfast at Tiffany’s", the waterfront, Times Square, caught the amazing "Wicked", did drinks at a trendy bar in Greenwich Village where they played "Finally" by the Kings of Tomorrow, an old End Up classic we both instantly recognized, went to Grand Central Station, visited Ground Zero, had cocktails in Central Park, and saw the UN.
I don’t know where the rough and tough stereotype of New Yorkers comes from, but I saw none of it. Everyone from the subway personnel to the average person on the street was sweet, and Mr. Alterhausen and I most enjoyed imitating their accents while out and about.
My one celebrity sighting was Bobby Cannavale, the guy who played Will’s boyfriend on "Will & Grace".
Would I ever live there? Doubtful, as I only got the breeze through tourist’s version.
Would I ever go back? Absolutely. Can’t wait!
