The early afternoon was set aside for the New York City Ballet Balanchine Nutcracker. The magic of Christmas starts! The children from the School of American Ballet were completely adorable, and made me think how much better Christmas is when you’re a child. The excitement of staying up late, seeing so many friends and family members that you never see…
Author: farawayflyer
NYC – Day 3 Part 1, The E.Vil Diner
In search of a cheap and filling breakfast, I wandered down to the East Village again. I feel at home here, so why not? A nothing-looking diner called Stage seemed the right option, with its counter for around 15 people and no tables. In fact barely any room to walk behind the bar stools, because of everyone’s huge coats (oh…
NYC – Day 2 Part 3, The Best Game in the World
What a game this evening. I adore hockey. Truly. An Original Six matchup was always going to be a bigger crowd than last night’s Minnesota Wild game, but I had no idea what was in store as I munched through the inevitably overpriced Arena food and watched the boys warm up. I had a hockey novice on my right, so…
NYC – Day 2 Part 2, Change of Plan
Walking back up Ave A and St Mark’s Place reminded me of my last visit in the height of summer, and made me glad to have seen it in both bright sunshine and pouring rain and loving it just the same in both conditions. It feels like stuff can happen here, and I like it. Clearly walking around soaking up…
NYC – Day 2 Part 1, Sublimating exhaustion with Pancakes
Rather unfortunately, the plan to stay up late on the first day and thereby counter the programming to wake up at 2am ET failed miserably. Whoops. Maybe it will work better tonight! 3 hours sleep in the last 48 would seem to make it necessary. Doesn’t mean anything, does it? So to recover from the disappointment of getting up at…
NYC – The First Day
I laugh in the face of an early start (this will come back to bite me fairly soon afterwards) so a 5am taxi didn’t seem like a particular problem. Never mind that it was a last resort, but the combination of an early Sunday morning flight (no Piccadilly line and no Heathrow Express because of Crossrail works) and two suitcases…