Showing posts with label 86th st. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 86th st. Show all posts
Monday, July 9, 2012
more comfortable than the 6
When I left NYC on Friday morning Meghan rode the 6 train with me to 51st instead of the usual express to 86th. Somewhere between Union Square and Grand Central she said, "I wish you could ride the subway with me every morning".
My gut reaction was to reply with, "me too" but I stopped myself. It only took a quick glance around our train car to remember all the reasons I was glad I didn't have to take the 6 train every day for my commute anymore.
I was going to title this post "better than the 6" but I realized I would get arguments from the subway fanatics (I'm looking at you Dan and Will) who will forever stand behind public transportation. And it is a marvel, really, especially when everything goes according to plan.
But visiting new york during a heat wave was such a good compromise between "oh I miss this magical fairytale city" and literally walking through piles of steaming hot garbage spread across the sidewalks. Yes, I wish I could commute with Meghan every day, but do I wish I could go back to riding the 6 every day?
Nah, I'm happy with the benz. And I don't think anyone will argue that the scenery is definitely better.
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
it is halloween, it is halloween
Had a fun time this weekend, don't remember too much of it. Today meghan and I at lunch on the upper east side and then had a beer at that german place on 86th and 2nd, so we saw lots of kids in costumes. It was really sweet. Having been in nyc for so long now I've grown accustomed to the trick or treating at stores that kids in the city have to do, but meghan was still amazed by it. I guess it is wild to think how different those memories are than for those of us that grew up in the suburbs. It's like when you think about how no other countries celebrate thanksgiving. It's just uncomfortable.
The best costume I saw all weekend was a man walking down 77th street dressed as the pillsbury dough boy. He was a rather portly gentleman so he was able to go without a shirt and just have white body paint on and he pretty much fit the description. And I thought my costume was revealing.
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