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Published: September 23rd 2013
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Well New York is—New York. I have been here before and felt like I'd got my fill for a lifetime, but here I am, back in the busy, smelly streets of the Big Apple. It's not that I don't like the city, I just prefer nice people and slower paces. I hate sitting in dim lit subways and using copious amounts of hand sanitizer every time I have to stand and use the hand rails. We came here for food and the shows, though, so I will focus on the positives. After a red eye from Salt Lake to JFK we were hungry and tired and hoping that we could drop our bags off at our hotel. (Side note—why do I keep subjecting myself to the torture of red eye flights?? I am always a zombie after taking handfuls of sleeping pills to try sleep through the flight, and then
still not being able to sleep. Why?!?) Our hotel, POD 39, was only a couple blocks from Grand Central terminal, so we dropped our luggage off in our cute little room and headed back out to get some food. Good food is one of our main objectives for the trip, but
we were really craving omelets, so we stopped at Scotty's Diner on Lexington for breakfast. It was very satisfying and filled us up for our thrilling...trip back to the POD for a well deserved nap. Lame to nap on your first day in NY? Probably. But was it the best nap I've ever had? Absolutely. And what was on our mind after some zzz's? More food, of course! We were going for some good NY pizza, but were slightly disappointed by our Pronto Pizza. It was mostly like a tasteless slab of melted cheese—it's hard to screw up CHEESE PIZZA, people! Dough, sauce, garlic, cheese... not hard. The lump o' grease in my tummy filled me up for our next venture to see the 9/11 memorial. The last time I was here, it was all under construction, but this trip we were I able to see both of the memorial pools and the almost-done-museum. The pools are HUGE but its hard to imagine buildings fitting into those spaces. It was nice to read the names that lined the pools and heartbreaking to come across ones that said “So-and-so and her Unborn Child.” People leave white roses around the edges in
some places, and its very peaceful. They have also transplanted “The Survivor Tree” in the middle of the grounds, which is a tree that miraculously endured the falling of the towers and is now thriving. Very moving. We sat in the grounds for a while and then moved on to the dessert portion of the day—Orlando Bloom in Romeo and Juliet on Broadway. Mmm, mmm, mmm. I will recap the show for all of you jealous souls out there:
The first scene was him rolling in on a motorcycle (new age Shakespeare, ya know?) and spouting poetry. *Drool... *
Lines lines lines.
Orlando doing pull-ups on the balcony to kiss Juliet -gasp!-.
Lines lines lines.
Orlando making out with Juliet -lucky girl-.
Lines lines lines.
Orlando with his shirt off -a bit skinny if you ask me-.
Lines lines lines.
Show is over -Orlando come back!-.
Curtain closes.
It's hard to eat after you've experienced something so magical, so we stopped by Walgreens for some snacks and went to bed. Successful first day, if you ask me!
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