About two weeks ago, I took a vacation in New York City with some friends. It started as a brief discussion with one of my Canadian friends about getting together, and turned in to going to NYC for sushi. Well, you have to have an excuse, and sushi was as good as any.
As is seemingly always the case over the past several years, once I plan a trip, something work-related injects itself. As it turns out, it was not that bad; a technology conference in Las Vegas. So I ended up getting a flight directly from Vegas to NYC. Btw, when the hell did they stop serving food on 4.5 hour flights? I got a whopping two bags of pretzels as the only food for the entire flight. I arrived in NYC just in time to miss dinner with my friends and to join them at a martini bar. Lets just say the martinis were rather potent, until I got a wee-bit of food. A whole crab cake. I could have sworn the menu list it as crab cake”s”.
The plan was to see some modern art at the MOMA and sushi at Sushi Yasuda later in the night. On Sunday a broadway play, Spamalot, NYC roaming and dinner at Havana Central. There were several impulsive/spontaneous detours - which is my nature to begin with. One being the great gravy explosion after thankfully finding cheesecake at Junior’s on Saturday night. Let’s just say there was a bit of a catastrophic spill some fifteen feet away which resulted in an explosion of gravy hitting three of us. It resulted in free cheesecake, but ended the night’s festivities. After Sunday night dinner at Havana Central, and refreshing Mojitos (try one if you have not had one, they are very good), four of us discovered excellent seats at Caroline’s Comedy club. Before we entered the comedy club, we were actually warned that there would be political and racial humor and that we needed to agree that we were not offended. Call me crazy, but when a NYC comedy club feels the need to warn you that there will be possible offensive humor - political correctness and our expectations as Americans has gone too far in my humble opinion. I found the question extremely humorous, and told the lady that I was leaving if it was ‘not’ offensive - she got the sarcasm. Lets just say the comedy club was a great time. This was followed by late night drinks at a nice Irish pub down the street until the wee hours of the morning. …and when I mean wee hours, I mean the wee, wee, wee hours. I think we got there a little after 2AM. I simply love NYC!
As the only American among a group of Canadians, there were very interesting discussions and perspectives.
Surprisingly I made a couple of discoveries and an epiphany, during and not to long after the trip. One I will share is to take a damn vacation more often. …if anything, this has magnified my spontaneous nature (said with an impish grin!)
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