The A Train Uptown
Who wants a quick bong?
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Day 1 - Sat 3/19:
Arrival
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We all arrived on separate flights, all (except David who arrived the next morning) somehow managing to arrive at JFK within 1 hour of eachother. A mad-happy rush around the airport, hopping the terminal train to meet everyone as they showed up.
It's late and all the restaurants at the airport are closed. They don't feed you on the plane anymore so we're eating peanuts waiting for Susan's baggage carousel start. Susan strikes up a conversation with a charming Hungarian boy who takes dance lessons from Liza Minelli. He invited us to a hip swingers party the following night.
Get on the A train going uptown. Transfer to the red-line, somewhere, crossing the street to the other station carrying all our bags.
At 14 W. 68th street we were met by Tom, bearing an array of chinese food, still hot at one in the morning and we shared an appropos round of manhattans on our first night in manhattan and didn't hesitate to lauch into the politics of the drug war. We slept blissfully, after a round of bonging and group bed gymnastics.
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Day 2 - Sat 3/20:
Head First
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We slept in late, as would soon become the habit and petered downstairs to the glorious breakfast nook dawned in homemade jam, croissants and full bloom roses. These were given generously by Tom and Polly who we would soon learn make a habit of lavishing their guests in luxury, taste and beauty. We got word from David that he was attending mass nearby and would join us soon.
There was no hesistation to dive head first into Times Square. We followed Sean sheepishly through the subway and came out above ground into 60 feet tall televisions and lights and a ten foot tall cup of noodles three hundered feet in the air stuck to the side of a skyscraper. We talked to David and we all decided to got to Doubt, save for Susan who was the lucky sole patron of Wicked. A quick meal at the deli down the street and we were off to Walter Kerr to meet David and sit for two hours in the mezzanine to be riveted by 'Doubt', our first and spectacularly moving Broadway play about the uncertainty of certainty.
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Arrival!
Our First Stoop
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