Didja miss me?
Course you didn’t! i only told a few folks that i was headed to the Big, Bad City! and i made sure to leave you with plenty of …entertainment… i promise to get caught up with replies to all your lovely comments…soon! After not writing for 4 days, i am refreshed with new ideas, and older stories to wrap up, too!
So the NYC trip….t’wasn’t a solo trip, coz i was a chaperone (one of 6) for 14 teens…and a driver as well.
i’m such a rube. A hick. A tourist. and yanno what? Could not care less!!! i had the best time. From architecture, to the incredible weather (sunny. blue skies. 40-50’s…not a drop of rain!); from street vendors to the fascinating people, and all the incredible food..WoW.
New York pizza? omg. And the bagels? Srslly? Who knew?
Well, New Yorker’s know. Buy a slice for a buck and you’ve got a meal! Run ’round the corner and buy a just-made bagel…oh so soft inside, and just perfectly firm on the outside….
Oh, and the walking… oh my gods above and below!!! We walked from Battery Park, to the financial district. There were somber moments at the World Trade Center site…it hits you like a fast blow to the gut…or a fist grabbed tight around your throat..shocking and unexpectedly painful even after all these years…..then, tears and shivers, a soft-spoken prayer, and a heavy heart.
We proceeded then to Chinatown for an authentic Chinese meal. (omg–i’m gonna be saying that a lot.)
Then on to SoHo, and the Village, and St. Marks (a ‘place’, not a church!). All told, we walked for 11 hours. We sat down once in all that time, at the restaurant, for an hour.
Eleven. Hours. Of. Walking.
And that was just *Saturday* !!!
We walked nearly all day Sunday as well, (7 hours!) taking in the beauty of Central Park (omg!!), and my group heading to MOMA (Museum of Modern Art)…and get ready for yet another OMG….
Just a small aside here….i don’t think you can fully experience the sheer genius of Jackson Pollock unless you see his art up close and personal…i was not a fan…until yesterday.
Wow. His work blew me away. It is raw, and visceral and intense…so full of humanness…and no, i’ve never seen the movie about him…but he spoke through his art.
There were so many paintings and wood block prints and sculpture (there were these perfectly round marble “balls” and an “urn” that were to represent “woman” on a round marble disc…wait, lemme see if i got a pic of that….)
Yes! (pictures? how about over 300 in 48 hours?!) So this is the “breast and symbolic opening of a woman, representing her ability to bring life into the world.”
As a woman who never gave birth to any of her kids, that didn’t resonate with me, not at all. i kept picturing Master’s hands holding those balls, and squeezing my nipples, and frankly i was mesmerized. The kids and adults separated in the museum so i was free to indulge my lil fantasy right there. i was the only one standing there, slowly heating up between my thighs. But. i had to break away from that thought as Master was so far away and there wasn’t a chance i could masturbate since there were so many of us sleeping in one room. (okay i did touch. a little. i’m a slut, what can i say? and i’m digressing…)
The other thing about those marble “breasts”? They were *perfect* spheres. and i liked the smoothness of them…the marble was as slick, and smooth as skin…
the ball might have been gypsum? it was perfectly round, but not slick the way marble is…this one had shimmer/gleam to it…
…the long subway ride to the park at the start of our epic trek, packed like sardines….the Elvis impersonator who was more than a little bit kinda freaky…the Broadway show( omg! )…the Chinese Lady who chased me through her little shop in Chinatown selling me a purse for “10 dolla…8 dolla…okay for you …5 dolla” (i did buy it for $5!) (this after buying $50 of other things there…she really liked me… )
And the buildings. Gosh.
Like this one (just outside of Battery Park, in the Financial District):
the mirrored front reflected the sky, the passing clouds became living art… i was enchanted with that..and the mix of old and new living in some sort of strange harmony…St. Pauls Cathedral all gothic architecture, right next to tall glass-fronted sky scrapers….the statues,and the people…great green goddess, the people.
The energy there is electric. At 11 p.m. it is nearly as hubbub-filled as at noon. (and in the Village? MORE people than at noon!!)
And the streets, all stories in themselves…Wall Street, Fifth Avenue, Central Park South, (yes i did take pictures of them all!)…and Broadway. Omg! little nilla, hick from the stix…ate lunch on Broadway …. !!!
and Times Square?! OMG…where to look? oogling *everything*…look up and see Radio City Music Hall, and down there to the building where the New Years Ball drop happens…
Did i mention how much story fodder there is in NYC? Because seriously…this is a wonderfully freaky place.
Would i go back there again?
(but not, please, until next year…i’m still processing…and my feet? they might leave me)