What happens in New York, stays in New York (Part I)

 

…but there’s a few things i’m willing to share. For example a masterpiece recipe of how to adjust someone to a 6 hour difference on the first day of arrival. First, don’t hesitate going to the Time Square, if it’s on Saturday, that’s even better! Try poisoning them with some mexican dish like enchiladas with questionable sidings that freakishly resemble some traditional slovenian dish like matevz. On top of that add margaritas on rocks with much needed salt. Then go back to Columbus Circle with a bowl of coffee from Starbucks and enjoy the rainbow palette of highly fashioned people/freaks walking by. You might consider giving up somewhere in between but DON’T! If the person is struggling to fall asleep, use some imagination to prevent such terrible crime. After a while you’ll be “subwaying” down to the South Ferry for the first formal introduction to Lady Liberty. In fact, I got so serious about this “become-an-American-don’t-fall-asleep” thing, that I cancelled normal and healthy sleeping regime all together for the whole three weeks.


My plans did the trick but did also work against me. Getting home late Saturday or early Sunday, I don’t even remember, I was planing to sleep in most of the Sunday morning, like I always do, but instead I was up as early as 8 am. And don’t even think it was a nice relaxing Sunday! No, a highly educational, zillion hours excursion through the Museum of Natural History. I had fun tho, but I’m sure I could do without that Dinosaur Imax crap even if narrated by Michael Douglas. But it is somehow amazing seeing blue whale in its natural size, real dinosaur skeleton, etc. So yes, this was an educational week (Museum of Modern Art, United Nations…), followed by sophisticated walks through Central Park, enjoying the amazing views and not so amazing crowds from Empire State Building, 5th Ave uncontrolled shopping spree (yeah, right),  over the Brooklyn Bridge… and somehow, somewhere there was a major turning point where things got out of control. I think the grand opening was the Smoke Jazz Club – planing an early night, since it’s just across the street from our building, turned out into not so early & not that cheap experience but just thinking about that rapping-face-eating homeless guy, I can say it was worth every single penny. And then there was White Horse with really great music, some crazy bar that hasn’t found itself yet (basketball match on one screen, soap operas on the other??) and everyone’s allowed to feel my pain – I was the only “nonlawyer” in that room!! And Circa Tabaco which is one of the three bars in the whole Manhattan where you still are allowed to smoke. If you ever get to a point of realizing how extremely annoyed you get by Newyorkes, go to this place or find one of the other two. Even if you don’t smoke! People are somehow less tense. They don’t feel a constant need to flip their wrist to look at the time. They sit still. They seem relaxed. They talk. They even laugh!! A smoking oasis inside of the crazy Manhattan. No wonder there’s so much crime. You can get arrested just by waking up on the wrong side of the bed. There’s no drinking in the parks. No smoking anywhere. No honking in a car. Probably showing to much of affection to someone in public places isn’t a very good idea either. No running down the escalators. And here’s the winner – Dogs are not allowed to pee on trees. Because Manhattan trees have a very hard life as it is and they don’t need some dog’s urine to make it worse. Poor dogs, like it’s not bad enough for them to be living in a concrete jungle, hardly seeing their owners and getting more attached to their hired daly walkers. Yeah, thanks god there’s a wild nature in a man-build Central Park. I’ll rather stop here, because if I start with how truly convinced people are that McDonald’s is a holy grail of healthy meal, I won’t stop soon, trust me.

Cutting Room deserves a paragraph for itself, because THAT was a night not even 300 hours of therapy would make me forget it. To make a long story short – met some guys down at South Ferry. There are only three facts you need to know about them: cute, LA & a band. Got invited to their concert, stole an American flag before (I didn’t need to tell this but I wanted to!), watched a fire-eating-willy-flashing guy trying to do a stand-up? (I’m asking, because I’m not sure what that was) And then the cute LA band came. People’s Party. Good music. Good times. No need to go into details but that was a day when I realized I really enjoyed peeing. How many of you had your picture taken (with a flash!!) on a public restroom? Yeah, didn’t think so. Anyway, the biggest thing is yet to come. We got lost. For real. Not together unfortunately. We lost each other. The stupidest thing, really. I went one way, Tanja didn’t. I came back and she was gone.

To be continued…

 

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15 thoughts

  1. Ko tole berem, in ker čisto bythemimo vem, da ti NY ni preveč všeč in komaj čakaš, da se vrneš, pa ker sem ravno prebral tamle gor ta nov feature (related posts), imam v bistvu en zelo kratek in jedrnat response: You know what happened to you? Life.

    In a ni tko prav?
    Saj sem vedel, da ga piješ po NY. 😀 Samo, da naju z Nino ni zraven, ti podivjaš. Lej kolk se ti dogaja! Pa še nisi vsega povedala! Kaj boš pa tuki? SLO je več ali manj država za penzioniste, kar je pa za mladino, je pa vsak dan isto, vse se ponavlja itd. Nobenih perspektiv, izolacija od ostalega sveta, živ bog ne ve, kje smo (kar je sicer včasih fajn, kar se pa dela tiče pa samomor), folk je grozen, a po moje ni hujši od Newyorčanov… Jaz še zmeri mislim, da je prav, da vidiš svet in vse, kar se da doživet. Jaz z vsakim dnem, ki ga preživim v SLO, mečem stran lajf in priložnosti drugje. Do tega spoznanja sem končno prišel, pa bi bilo bolje, če ne bi 😀

    No ja, čakam na nadaljevanje in me veseli, da si še živa. Si pa zaključila post, ej… No comment.
    Will Barbi find Tanja? Will they ever get home? How will they survive? Read it in the next post of Barbi’s Fotoblog. 😀

  2. Saj ne, da mi NY kot mesto ni vsec – se vedno se spotikam, ko capljam okoli, ker si namesto, da bi gledala kje hodim, lomim vrat, ko skusam prestet vseh 113 nadstropji teh posastnih bajt. In mogoce bi z nekom, ki bi ga res res res imela rada, lahko tukaj tudi zivela. Dvomim sicer, da za zmeraj, a par let bi po moje ze pregurala. Sem pa za razliko od Londona tukaj precej dlje od ljudi in niti nimam zelje navezovat stikov s komerkoli. Ne pravim, da se nisem navezala na teh par ljudi, ki sem jih spoznala in na enega, ki ga poznam ze od prej, ampak… ne vem. Vedno, ko pridem v London, sem cela naspidirana, komaj cakam, da skocim dol z letala in se moram ponavadi prav zadrzat, da ne padem tako filmsko na kolena in ne zacnem tal poljubljat. 😉 Sigurno bom se sla kdaj v NY, ampak ne verjamem, da kdaj s takim filingom. In Tanja ti lahko pove, da sem kot vrhunsko usposobljeni turisticni vodic povedala en stavek o NY in potem vse navezala na London pa kako je tam ITAK vse boljse. Hahaha. Pa se res je! Pa se lepsi denar imajo, lepse podzemne, dabldekerje, po levi strani furajo, kraljico imajo, hrana je zanic pa se vedno boljsa kot tukaj. Sicer se itak najdejo kretenski ljudje, na to ni nobeno mesto imuno, ampak JST MAM RADA TE ANGLESKE KRETENE!! 😉

    Kar se pa Slovenije tice – tudi vedno bolj ugotavljam, da sem raje bolj penzionist kot pa nekdo, ki zivi v NY in dela po 12 ur na dan. Otroke vidi ob vikendih za par ur. Psa skoraj nikoli, ker ima, ne, ker MORA imet dog walker-ja. Se mu non stop mudi. Pol place porabi za tedenske terapije s psihijatri… Vizija, ki smo si jo mi ustvarili o Ameriki, je ena velika iluzija, vsaj tale NY. Je pa res, you either love it, or you don’t! Mogoce bi bil kaksen LA bolj po mojem okusu. 🙂

    Ja, pijem ga pa kar naprej, kako pa mislis, da bi mi drugace uspelo zdrzat tukaj tako dolgo? To je Presernov sindrom. 😀

  3. Hey, Uros, ja, res izgledajo kot ene lego kocke. So pa prave posasti v resnici. Moram se kdaj nazaj in poslikat stvari se z drugimi objektivi, ampak je non stop taka guzva, tudi med tednom, da me kar mine.

    Upam, da si lepo!

  4. Hudo si to napisala, cist filmsko :D, upam da nas ne bos pustila predolgo cakati na nadaljevanje 😉

    Drgace pa nisem vedel da je zdej prepovedano kaditi tudi na odprtih javnih prostorih. Ko sem bil jst tm(100 let nazaj :P), jih je blo prov zanimivo gledat kako so pr -20 C, zmrzovali pred neboticniki in vlekli tisto svoje sranje :D.

    Tale s psi je pa tut bosa :D, in kako pol zgleda sprehajanje psov? A majo kako plasticno vrecko/posodico namontirano na “izhodne tocke”? 😀

    Moram pa protestirat kar se hrane tice, namrec ena redkih stvari, k je name naredila res velik (pozitiven)vtis pri temu mestu je ravno hrana, mislim da tezko v kakem drugem mestu dobis toliko ene raznolike(in dobre) hrane na “enem mestu”. Pa mislm da mam kr dobr okus za (dobro)hrano :P. Tko da nehi hodt v Meka, pa pejt raje udar en all-you-can-eat-sushi, in poplaken s kapljico sake-ja, mmm brings back memories :))))

    Ok pa to da je ful lepih lokacij za fotkanje. Drgace pa bi v tem mestu zivel sam, pod pogojem da bi bil miljonar in bi si lohka privoscil kak pent house zraven Central parka, tko da bi lohka vsako jutro sel odtect eno krozno turo :P. Ker central park mi je pa zakon :P, skoda da sm ga jst vidu zasnezenega in ne zelenga :/, no ja naslednjic 😛

  5. Ja, sej so ble tut stvari, ki so se dogajale cist take. Filmske. 😉

    Je prepovedano, ja. Ne sicer na vseh, ampak po moje, ce nisi preprican a lahko al ne, potem sigurno ne smes. 😉

    Psi kr po plocnikih lulajo, ker to je pa kao ok. Sej ves, beton ne cuti. lol

    Ej, se vedno kadar sem jedla zuni, sem dobila eno tako cudno packarijo, da se ne da opisat. Ce je ze zgledalo ok, je blo pekoce za znoret. Al pa vprasljivega porekla. lol V Meka sem sla prvic po 4ih mesecih, ker je bla to kao fora s Tanjo. In verjemi, v naslednjih stirih mocno dvomim, da bom se sla. Na en brezvezen burger sva cakali, brez heca, vec kot 15 minut. Pa ni blo guzve! In to je kao fast food?!

    Ja, za fotkat je pa to Meka. Se pa cist cist strinjam s tabo, oziroma itak spet ponavljas – tut jst tle lahko brez problema zivela samo kot milijonarka. To pa pol sploh ne bi blo slabo. 😛 Central Park je super, ja. Tak escape from the jungle. Ze v snegu mi je bil vsec, zdej pa sploh, ko vse cveti pa se je fino po travi valjat. 😀

    In btw, mogoce si z Jamajke pobegnil, ampak men je blo vseen zabavno brat. 😉

  6. no, bom vprasu bratranca kje se kej dobr je v NY, njegov fotr je ful gurman, tko da ko smo mi bli 10 dni dol, smo vedn jedl ko kralji, edin una “tradicionalna” ameriska hrana mi ni bla kul(je pa bil hud ambient v restavraciji heh), ni ga cez horsa na tivoliju 😀

  7. Heh, sj sm vedla da sem te z Londonom zastrupla 🙂 Js tut vse z Londonom primerjam hahaha 🙂 še dobr da nisem edina 😉

  8. hahahahaha nikjer 🙂 zdej sm pa kr js kriva za vse an 🙂 ja ja … kot vedno 🙂 Dej prit že domov, js pogrešam kolesanje 🙂

  9. Ursa, a se v vseh teh letih se nisi tega naucila? Ja, VEDNO si ti kriva, zato sem pa rada s tabo. Tut kadar pred Cehi bezimo. 😉 Ma da, pogresam i ja kolesanje pa to. 😛
    Btw, ves, da se je zadnjic v Bronxu en peljal mim in na ves glas nabijal une ta prave narodnjaske! Ne nase Avsenike pa Slake & co, ampak une cist original juznjaske. Za crknit, ej! Vidis, NY ma pa res VSE!

  10. It’s not thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat big, but it has huge buildings that reach up to the sky and above. I’ll need a good chiropractic treatment after i’m back because of the constant neck twisting. But on the second though maybe a good psychiatrist & regular weekly therapies would be a better idea. 😉

  11. oh yeah 🙂 crkujem od smeha, bronx haha kot da bi bla v velenju a? 🙂 al pa na fužinama, kolesanje obvezno ko prideš nazaj haha 🙂 Pa ne mi s temi čehi hahaha sm zadnč spoznala enga v LJ čeha, pa sm mu povelda ka smo naredle hahaha tip se sploh ni smeju 🙂 ne ve kaj je smešno… pffff

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