Just what the Dr (House) ordered...

Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
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Trip End Oct 19, 2012


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Saturday, September 8, 2012



Y’all know how I feel about the big apple.

I’m just friends with New York.

After the past couple days though, I have a growing affection for the place. Let’s start from the beginning…

I arrived in New York city late Saturday afternoon and it’s hot. It’s not just hot, it’s humid. Turfed out of the train station onto the bright street in front of Madison Square Garden, it’s definitely a cab job. The subway here isn’t as straight forward as Boston’s, and my bag is the heaviest thing on the planet.

A quick cab ride later, I’m in the leafy sanctuary of the West Village. It’s quieter, it’s shady and apart from the high density of skinny-jeaned, big-haired hipsters… I like it. At the end of one of these leafy streets of brownstone houses, the Jane hotel is as close as you can get to the Hudson River at the top of the Hudson River Park.

It’s small, but super cute - the standard cabins are only big enough for a single bed and a person to stand next to it, but there’s clever storage space and the cute décor (decked out like ship’s cabins) helps you feel less claustrophobic. There are also free bikes for exploring the neighbourhood but I haven’t got long to look around before I have to head out again. I am catching the metro north railroad out of town to Port Chester, New York State, to see Hugh Laurie (Dr House) play with his Copper Bottom band at the newly restored Capitol Theatre.

I’m too disorganized for dinner but just in time for the train, which whizzes past Larchmont and Mamaroneck (again - where my family used to live and I really want to visit later in my trip!!) before dropping me in Port Chester just steps from the Capitol theatre.

  Apart from being bullied by security about whether I had a camera or not (and hiding it because I couldn‘t check it in or take an hour-long train back to the city, and then getting annoyed when old ladies inside the theatre were strolling around blatantly taking pictures with their CONTRABAND CAMERAS), the concert was great. I made friends with a very sweet lady whose daughter is a designer with two stores in SoHo/the West Village, which I promise to visit. As a big f*ck you to security for bullying me, I did whip my stashed camera out to bring you this photo… before racing out during the encore to catch one of the last trains back to the city.

It’s after 11pm by this point and I haven’t eaten anything since lunchtime. I come across a lady selling $1 churros in the subway… My saviour. By that point I would have given her $100. And made out with her.

Arriving home at the Jane late that night I realise the hotel bar is quite the hot nightspot. There is a long trail of hipsters and drunk college kids/model types waiting all the way around the block to get in. Feels good to walk straight to the front of the line with my key and let my unfashionable, sugar-covered-donut eating self right in the front door while the bouncers smile and greet me with a friendly ’good evening’.

Damn West Village hipsters…

Your B. xx
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