As I may have mentioned once, twice, three times, okay maybe more, ex-job sucked… because of a lot of things but mainly because of the hours. It wasn’t completely amiss for me to spend the day chugging down the large dunkin donuts iced coffee or downing the Starbucks doubleshots in order to work until 6 in the morning, drive home to shower and then drive back to work. But the upside to that is I’ve never really been “allowed” out during the coldest time of the year. Sure the walk to the car before and after work was miserable but other than that, January and February passed me by for the last 6 years in a blurry haze.
So this year I was excited that things would be different. I would go out, experience new things, and finally do all the things I set out to do when I started this here bloggity blog.
I don’t like the cold. I don’t like the cold so much that I pretty much refuse to do anything in order to avoid the cold. So finally, 2 weeks into the new year and nothing to show for it, I decided that enough was enough and I geared up for what will be known as the first of many “Winter Weekends” this one, courtesy of New York City.
And so it started with an evening at Cha-An followed by a visit to King Tut at Times Square… or sort of. I really thought King Tut was there. Should have actually read up on the exhibit as it included many of the objects found in his tomb… sans King. Oh well, it was still pretty cool even without him – though wicked expensive. They had a no-picture policy so moving on…
In the morning there was brunch at Resto before heading out to an indoor park in Nolita. I mean how cool does this sound?
A 4,500-square-foot public indoor pop-up park, is slush- and pigeon-free, filled with trees, benches and weekend Hester Street Fair food vendors. Lounge on the grass during one of the space’s twice-weekly movie nights.
So 1 subway ride later we walked into… well… this.
Not that it wasn’t cool, cause it was. And fun. I would take my (future) kids here every weekend to play on the see saw and run around on the grass. But after a 20 minute+ ride, we walked into this room filled with fake grass and fake trees and pretty much went… is that all?
So then it was off to the Central Park Zoo.
I’m going to go out on a limb and say this is the best zoo ever. And that’s taking into account trips to the National zoo, the Bronx zoo, and a nighttime excursion to my hometown zoo (school field trip). Why? Because I tend to get very overwelmed with the amount of exhibits at these world-renowned places. I mean good grief they stick a lot of animals in the DC zoo. Plus I get overheated (okay, that’s my fault for going zoo-ing when the temperature is in the high 90s versus a lovely 30 degree Saturday afternoon). And these animals didn’t see miserable to be spending their day locked up and viewed – I think that may have been weather related as well.
Next up: Skating at Bryant Park.
This sounded like a genius plan in my head. I love skating. One of my favorite things to do as a kid was while away my weekends at the Ice Palace. Then in middle school I got really into roller blading and learned how to do tricks from the neighborhood boys. Considering I can’t chew gum and walk, my feats of skill on roller blades (though still VERY novice) is something I’m pretty proud of. So the idea of heading down to Bryant Park was going to be fun, if not a little show off-y.
The last time I had been skating was on a date with a boy named Ryan at the Boston Commons. Which puts it back in January of 2003. Suddenly standing in line with all the peeps that had grown up on ice was not sounding like a good idea at all. Not at all. But I’m not a wuss (unless bugs are involved. Or you know… strenuous activity) and so I stayed.
I clung to the side for dear life the
first time several times around the rink. And you know what? I wasn’t so bad. Not real great either, but I measure my athletic ability in terms of how many times I fall down. And I didn’t fall. Not once. That’s an improvement on my date with that boy back in 2003.
Well, there’s only one way to end Winter Weekend: take 1, and that’s with noodles. So off we went to try to score a coveted seat at Ippudo.
45 minutes later we had seats. And if you’ve never been – go! It’s well worth the wait.