With Shannon starting a new restaurant job today I wandered around the Village on my own savoring the last afternoon of freedom before work resumes tomorrow. Tomorrow night I head to work at the wonderful hour of 8 pm, and then get off work at the ungodly hour of 4 am. I am trying to plan out the strategy on how to approach shifts like this, especially if they are erratic and not in my normal rotation. Plan for now: get up at a normal hour (8:30ish) go for a long run to wear myself out again, and then when that post long run urge to nap hits me I will give in, hopefully sleeping into the afternoon when I will awaken fresh and ready to tackle the night shift! Truly it isn’t actually a big deal, and I am excited rather than dreading it. It is almost like being a 10 year old kid headed to a sleep over and you know you are going to try to stay up all night. Granted as a 10 year I never successfully made it through a whole night. So I wandered through the village on this lovely warm day snapping off pictures and visiting new places. So I am wandering through the West Village enjoying the green trees and cobblestone streets, randomly snapping off pictures with Shannon’s camera, when finally I decide I am done walking around and it is time to head towards the gym. I dissemble the camera, pack it away into the carrying case, sling it over my shoulder, take about two steps, look up, and see Sara Jessica Parker walking towards me. It was a little tiny vine covered, tree shaded road and she was waltzing right up it. I didn’t realize the opportunity that had just passed me by on foot until I had to fight my way through a throng of paparazzi who were sprinting up the street a block behind her. It always seems that these situations pop up the second the camera is put away. I would have been too embarrassed to take her picture anyways. Here are some of the other things I saw today. (I really am only just learning to use a camera, my apologies)
So yesterday Shannon and I decided to go out into the world and make the most of an uncertain day. We got ourselves ready and marched out of our front door in search of anything wonderful we could find. We wanted to go and explore our new favorite part of New York City, the part where I finally feel like I could fit in and truly enjoy, the part that is most likely one of the most expensive places in the city to live, and the part where we love to spend our time. So we marched right out of our front door and on to the train and rode over to the West Village. The funny thing about Manhattan is that it is split up into so many little sub-communities: Chelsea, East Village, Greenwich, Soho, Noho, Upper East Side, Upper West Side, Midtown… etc. Where we visited yesterday, and I hope to move to the first chance we get, is only 1.4 miles, but to get there we passed through East Village, Greenwich Village, and then into the West Village. Which means that all of those neighborhoods are less then 800 meters wide, and they all have extremely different feelings and appearances. Anyways, we happen to love the West Village. Tree lined cobble stone streets, with beautiful old brownstone, english looking walk up buildings. Every corner has a wonderful little bistro tucked under it, and as you can see below, every tree, shrub, bush, and open space is packed with flowers and green. So we made our way into the West Village to have some lunch. We stopped into a Scandinavian Bistro and sat down on their patio to enjoy some delicious food and a glass of wine (lush). After slowly enjoying our lunch we walked through the beautiful streets enjoying some time away from the always loud Avenue A, and made our way to the Hudson River. I always forget I am on an island. There is rarely a reason, or opportunity, for me to see the water that is constantly flowing around me, in spite of it always being less then a mile a way. We wandered down the river walk basking in the cool air off the water, and enjoying that briny sea smell from where the fresh water smashes into the salty water. We watched barges float by, and took in the sights. After taking in some open air and open water, we ventured through the Meat Packing District, and to complete the cliche there was actually a model photo shoot going on. We took the train home, and relaxed before heading out for the night.
Last night was another great new experience for us as we got to enjoy the music of one of our good friends live in a cool venue. We went down to the edge of Soho to a little performance space/bar to catch Tanner Walle and his band play the night away. Live music and a drink is always a nice night. Even better: when it is your friend playing. Even BETTER is when the music is good! I would share the videos with you, but you are going to have to do with just pictures, as the videos are very large files. After Tanner finished his set, we lucked out to have another solo guitar player and his trumpet playing friend (who we found out just finished his masters at Juliard) play so really nice laid back songs, which we ended up loving. Great night at the Rockwood Music Hall. After that we wandered home, split a bottle of wine, and crashed.
We really did attempt to make this day consistently enjoyable from start to finish. It was our goal to get up and make the most of our day, and use all of the amazing world we have around us. I think it was a success, and I think it is important to say that it was also a tribute. There is never a reason to say no to making the most out of the situation you are in. Something that my sister, myself, and most importantly my father have learned and made the most of thanks to my mother: your first instinct should always be, “yes,” I think I shall go out and do that. Let’s make the most of it.
Here are the many pictures we took from yesterdays adventures: