these vagabond shoes are longing to stray

new york is the city of my dreams.

i did nearly everything on my list, except for that i couldn't find phoebe and joey and the rest of friends mostly because i couldn't find central perk, which i couldn't find because it doesn't actually exist. boo.

1) visited the imagine mosaic in strawberry fields, but i forgot to buy a red rose to gently place in the center. i didn't get to go here until day FOUR of my trip because i had to await the arrival of my personal photographer. i was not about to take selfies at strawberry fields. sheesh.

2) i actually stood on the spot where john lennon was shot right in front of the dakota. it was a sacred moment. yoko did not come to greet me, but it was probably because there were so many tourists around. and they all posed smiling, not understanding the gravity of this place. in all MY pictures, however, i am looking appropriately somber.

3) dave was, as expected, unavailable, but i saw that ed sullivan theater and they would not let me in. i tried.


4) the hello deli was open! and rupert jee was there! and i ordered a letterman! and it was delicious! also expensive! and when emily asked him if we could take a picture with him, he said "OF COURSE!!" (unlike the doorman at the dakota who not only said no, but was very rude about it. guy, i don't even care about you, i just want a picture of your jacket that says "the dakota" so there) and rupert jee was not awkward at all. there must be something about having a tv camera shoved in his face that makes him awkward.


5) we waited on line for an eternity (1.5 hours, but it was 8 hours when you factor in the wind chill) to see the statue of liberty and ellis island. the lady is very green and ellis island did not disappoint (one of the best museums i've ever been to). i pretended i was a bonny irish lass immigrating to the new world after the potato famine of the 1840s. my fantasy (and my accent) was going well until tim (who was playing the part of an italian immigrant) informed me that ellis island didn't even open until the 1890s. this dampened my spirits considerably until he apologized for ruining my life.


i recently decided my posts are WAY too long. so i'm breaking this up into THREE parts. that's how great it was. three parts.