Friday:
Whiskey was in town from Boston (doing some work there) and there was much to do as he had not been in New York before. Naturally such engagements require celebratory drinks... so without wasting any time, we headed off to the Rock Center Cafe for drinks and to meet up with some other troublesome straglers. This was when I realised that my well planned evening of pub crawling might run into a few hitches. They were closed for the evening already! Fear not! One of the party (a local with many years proven knowledge of the watering holes) suggested Times Square. We headed off and found ourselves at an upmarket trendy hot spot called the Blue Fin.
With some recommendation by one of the party members, we headed off to Bleeker Street and found ourselves in a pub where the only things cheaper than the local draught were the girls. After dodging darts to get to the bathroom we headed off in search of another watering hole.
Now a few weeks ago, my father told me that he had been to a very good pub when he was in New York a long time ago. As he was a sailor at the time, I trusted his judgement in all things pub related. It was with this in mind that we headed off to find the Heartland Brewery. A famous institution that apparently serves over 100 types of beer. I say apparently because just like our famous pub in Cape Town (Forries), they close rather early. Alas, we had arrived a few minutes after final round.
Much to my dismay what remained of the party split up and Whiskey and I headed off home to the only pub we knew would be open at that time of the morning. So with some frozen lasagnes and a six pack of Millers we ended the night in style in the flat chatting about all things wise in the world.
When do we stop djinking? .... NEVER!!!
Saturday:
After waking up a little late with a bit of a headache and thirst for orange juice on Saturday, we proceeded with the notion that the weekend was not to be wasted. The weather was fantastic, requiring only a thin jersey. After an oily breakfast at a local diner we caught a train to Battery Park.
Breakfast in the diner
Now we intended on going to the Statue of Liberty, but the lines were waaaaay too long. It appeared that everyone had seen the good weather. With our hopes dampened, but not crushed, we jumped on the Staten Island Ferry, which travels past the Statue in any case. An hour later we had completed the round trip and were back in Manhattan. The rest of the afternoon and evening consisted of good conversation, excellent sushi and an earlyish night (compared to the previous night) with beers and cupcakes.
The view of Manhattan from the ferry
Sunday:
Sunday was much like the rest of the weekend... busy.
With a short hop through Central Park we found a place for breakfast near Rock Center and caught a train to Battery Park. Yes, this was to be our second attempt to see the Statue of Liberty in as many days. We had a plan this time though, we went early! After a short (30 min) wait in a queue and an all but strip search later we were on the boat and off to the island.
Proof... I stood in front of the Statue of Liberty. At this moment it snowed very lightly, don't think u'll see it in the picture tho. Man was it freezing here (Glad I remembered a thick jacket:P)
The statue looks quite impressive, but the organisation around getting people on and off the island is a bit of a shambles. When we arrived, we were informed that you needed to buy a seperate ticket 48 hrs before in order to go up the statue! Talk about lack of communication!
Anyway, after the statue we headed back to Manhattan, walked around the shops and headed off home for a beer and to get Whiskey back to the station in time.
This is my new car... I'm just keeping it on the show room floor so it doesn't get dusty.
Needless to say Monday required lots of coffee!!
--Vodka
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