It snowed during the night, which made for a very nice view the next morning.
By the time we got out, though, the streets were mostly cleared off. We had breakfast at Applejack’s, where our waiter misheard Jason’s request for a Spanish omelet as an order for an asparagus omelet, which I hope is not the same thing. Surely the Spanish omelet has chorizo in it or something? Either way, breakfast was good. We packed up our things and set off for Penn Station.
We didn’t have anything planned for the day and every Google search for “what to do in nyc in bad weather” turned up something about bowling (which we can do at home) or visiting the Met (which we are saving for another trip), so instead we dropped off our bags at Penn Station and started meandering. Then I remembered the High Line, which I was pretty confident Jason would love. We headed that way, going the wrong direction at first because, while I’m normally very proud of my sense of direction, I get so turned around in the midst of tall buildings. I need either West Mountain or the 5/3 Bank Building to guide me.
In the part of my imagination where I could be a cool New Yorker dressed in black and not getting lost in spite of the grid system, I think the High Line would be one of my favorite places in the city. I see myself spending summer days there reading. As it is, I’ve only been when it is very cold, but you can’t beat the views!
We were really excited to stumble upon Frank Gehry’s IAC building. Jason spotted it and we de-High Lined to take a closer look.
It was pretty rad.
Cool art along the way…
Our train tickets were for later that night, but in part because of my sinus thing and in part because we wanted to get home at a decent hour, we moved them up a bit. We still had some time to kill, so we wandered around town in the rain. I’m a big fan of meandering, especially in NYC.
I slept a lot on the train ride home, which was uneventful. On the metro ride home, however, our train was stopped for a few minutes at McPherson Square and one of our fellow riders got off for an unknown reason. When the train chimed to signal the doors closing, he rushed back over to the train and tried to squeeze the doors open again with his hands, in which he was holding, wait for it, a LIT CIGARETTE. Yes, he had gotten off the train to smoke on the indoor platform. As a regular metro rider I was incensed and not at all sorry when he was unable to get back on the train. Those doors don’t work like elevator doors, buddy. Anyway, it was kind of bizarre.
Total miles walked on Saturday: 9.8 miles.
I used to wonder what people talked about when they had been married for a while. Wouldn’t you get bored of each other?? I shouldn’t have worried. I’m never bored of Jason and there’s no one I would rather be around. Even though every day is just the two of us, it was nice to get out of town together and have an adventure. He’s the best.