Eight Hours in NYC

Brooklyn Bridge

Last weekend, fresh off the plane from Portland, I unpacked my large suitcase and shoved stuff in my carry-on for a quick 72 hour stint in NYC for work. Following my first set of appointments I managed to squeeze in my first Broadway show – Cabaret! I couldn’t have had a better time – Alan Cumming and the supporting cast were phenomenal, and my balcony seats ended up having a decent view. Plus it was at Studio 54! Michelle Williams was meh. Jen Lindley can’t really do a British accent, nor sing…or dance. Basically, she was a bit of a hot mess.

At any rate, the next day I happened to have a glorious day off, and I took advantage of the warm fall weather and went for a long wander without particular destinations in mind (which for me is a mind-boggling move). Here’s how I spent the day, with photos at the bottom.

8:30 a.m. Line up at  Amy’s Bread in Hell’s Kitchen. To be fair, I don’t mind waiting if there are warm treats at the end. Plus they make hella-good croissants. I’ll save this for later when I’m hungry.

9 – 10:30 a.m. Polish off croissant, and opt to log some time in a coffee shop to dig myself out of my inbox a bit (much needed).

11 a.m. – 12 p.m. Wander the Strand. Have to say, if the inevitable happened and I got locked in a bookstore overnight, I would not flip out if I had to sleep here. Exercise restraint and only buy one book, a biography of Mick Jagger which I look forward to reading on a sunny bench this afternoon.

12:15 p.m. Grab a coffee to take across to Brooklyn. Should be a nice day to walk the Brooklyn Bridge!

12:30 p.m. Man alive. EVERY TOURIST in NYC has the same idea as me today and wants to walk across. At least it’s a nice day.

12:55 p.m. Still on the damn bridge.

1:10 p.m. Welp, hope you like my coffee, Brooklyn. It’s now all over a bench in Brooklyn Bridge Park.

1:30 p.m. Abandon efforts to find the Brooklyn Flea although I’m sure it’s probably two steps in the opposite direction from where I’m standing. Feeling hungry, should probably get a salad or some fruit.

2 p.m. Stop at Shake Shack instead. Potatoes are a vegetable, and I think there’s a mushroom in here under all the cheese.

2:30 p.m. Still hoovering fries into my face.

2:35 p.m. Ooo, another bookstore! I should probably check out powerHouse Books for a comparison.

2:56 p.m. Sam, you can’t possibly be hungry.

2:57 p.m. Okay, that passed. Not hungry. Maybe just thirsty.

3 p.m. (spots One Girl Cookies) Oooo cookies!

3:14 p.m. I got a mini whoopie pie so this is half the snack, right? Right??

3:30 – 4 p.m. Need a break from all the eating I’ve been doing, so sit on another bench (coffee-free, thankfully) and start reading book.

4 – 5 p.m. Wander Brooklyn aimlessly picking up a few gifts for Christmas. Notice sunny day has turned to clouds. Feel the need to eat some fruit.

5:15 p.m. Trader Joe’s, yes!

5:17 p.m. Realize line in Trader Joe’s actually snakes around the entire store. Will never complain about lines again. Leave store without fruit.

6 p.m. Toy with the idea of seeing another show while eating a healthy, balanced dinner of veggie tacos and a beer.

6:45 p.m. Head back to hotel room to change for big evening out! Flip on TV and notice The Campaign is on. A few minutes of this won’t hurt, let me just get comfortable to watch.

11:34 p.m. Wake up on bed covered in clothes. How is The Campaign still on?

11:36 p.m. Fall asleep again.

The end.

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Not sure if in future I’d wander without any sort of plan in place, but it was liberating to not travel with a set schedule or itinerary for once. Have you ever done this?


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