New York: The First Entry

New York is truly an amazing town. I got in last night around 10:15 and caught a cab to my Aunt's place in the Upper West Side. We stayed up and chatted for about an hour and a half, I drank some Coronas while I unwound. I slept on the couch last night, waking up several times around 7:30 AM, but managing to keep myself in bed until 10:00-ish (keep in mind that it's only 9:00 Central time). After we both woke up, we took showers and got ready and headed out for brunch.

On the way we sent some mail and went to a drug store so I could get some deodorant (not anti-perspirant) since I forgot mine at home. Our destination was Time Cafe, an offshoot of the original Time Cafe downtown. It was here that I had some of the best pancakes mankind has ever seen, err tasted. Three blueberry pancakes, with a strawberry on top. They're served with a side dish of butter, which is very unnecessary since there seemed to be thin layer of butter on each flapjack (who says flapjack???). The pancakes were so light that I might have been able to eat five or six. That is, until you're done and your stomach is so extremely full. Good thing I'm in NY, where walking is king.

I love the atmosphere here. Granted it's a very nice day outside, but the energy that you sense from all that's going on around you is insane. You can look at one street corner and count more Taxis than you would see in nearly a week in Kansas City. Not that it's a good thing, but it's just different and fun to see.

I'm about to head out to see more friends and hopefully tonight I'm going to see a comedian and have supper with some co-workers of mine. Probably no boxing, but hey, you can't win 'em all. Now if this post-gallbladder feeling would just subside for a while, then my stomach wouldn't hurt... ah, the life with no gallbladder. I don't recommend it.

+ original post date: April 17, 2004 12:15 PM
+ categories: Travel/Vacations


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