New York City: 2004
I know you all have been waiting on pins and needles for this. Actually, if you read The Man’s site as well, he has a good account already posted. Now for my version of events … heh, heh.
May 12-13, 2004
Damn, freakin’ train was late getting into the station. So, and hour after I supposed to board the train I was finally on my way. For some reason everyone was taking the train, so it was crowded and noisy. That coupled with the fact that the train stops eight times before dawn made getting any sleep difficult. I think I might have gotten two hours worth. We finally arrive (after 16 hours) in Penn Station and I beat it to the hotel. I really like the hotel. Rooms where on the small side, but who cares. When in NYC you generally are in the room long enough to sleep and that’s it. The good points of the WJ is that the street it’s on is pretty quiet and there’s a subway stop just around the corner. Sweet. After a shower I’m all ready for my first big night on the town. The Man and I met at the Center on 13th street. This is where I got to see BJ in full porno hunting mode. Quite fun. I am sure that’s what I look like when the horror section at the local dvd stores. After he gets a good deal on a zillion “After Dark” magazines, we head over to the West Side Piers Park. Nice. The Hudson glistening in the evening sun. The sounds of the city behind us. BJ pours over his magazines/books while I shamelessly stare/drool at all the joggers going by. We walk back through the village on the way to his place and decide to stop at a bar (what the hell was it’s name?) for some beers. There we get hit on by some drunk older gentleman who informs us that we look like the Smith Brothers only cuter. Okay … We finish the walk back to BJ’s apartment where I discover that I would have indeed been sleeping on the kitchen floor if I had crashed there. I also discover just how much porno can be crammed into one room (see previous posts). Whoo! We hang for a bit and then head out to The Eagle where we discover that the dress code has changed from the previous year. That means no second floor/roof for us. Damn. I did have a nice watching these two hot fellas make out in a darkened corner. I am such a wallflower in a bar situation. It gets late and I head back to the hotel … but not before my cab is hit by BJ’s cab. Crazy. That makes “cab mishap” number one.
May 14, 2004
After a nice breakfast (mmmm, bacon), I meet up with BJ for a trip to the Bronx Zoo. Cool place. We wander around looking at the various animals and try to stay one step ahead of the hoards of school children there. The highlight was getting to watch some gorillas fuck. Not at all what you would think it would be. They were very affectionate with each other. Later in the day I had fun by forcing BJ to go through “The World of Darkness” where all the bats and such are kept. Sweet! We leave the zoo and decide to hang out and eat some pizza/watch some television at his place. A nice quite kinda evening with porn, “South Park” and “The Simpsons.” Plus, I did get to meet the roomie (who has a very delicious New Zealand accent).
May 15-17, 2004
After another nice breakfast (mmmm, more bacon), Steve and I stood on line and got cheap tickets to the matinee of “Assassins.” I really liked the show. Good performances, very creative direction and design. I would recommend it. After the show, I meet up with BJ for some margaritas. Two “grandes” later I discover that BJ can’t handle his liquor. Heh, heh. We walk over to Tompkins Park to watch the dogs in the dog run (actually the cute dogs owners were who we were after). Back at his place, I surf the web for porn and hot bear daddies while he naps. We head out for some food (good food/bad service), thunderstorms and another bar that is playing one of the worst mixes of music I have ever heard. BJ falls in love (or lust as the case may be). I enjoy people watching … especially the muscle guy who was pulling a teenage girl thing by wearing a shirt just short enough to show of his midrif. The bad DJ-ing finally drives us from the bar and we part company. On the way back to the hotel a car swerves out of oncoming traffic and tags the front of the cab I am in. What is it with me and cabs? Geez. Sunday is spent packing up and getting to the train station for the long haul back home.
I had a lot of fun and want to, again, say a big thank you to BJ for showing me around and putting up with me for a couple of days.