Day 1: NYC, The City That Never Sleeps.
Rewind. Summer 2006. It’s 6:52AM. I’m standing on the corner of Ninth Avenue and Little West 12th Street. My friend Ana from Spain is visiting New York for the week. It’s Saturday night and, thoughout the evening, we: eat dinner at Republic; dance the night away at AER; sip cocktaills & admire the skyline views from the rooftop of the Hotel Gansevoort; have more drinks at Brass Monkey; and catch up with each other while giggling over drinks at Florent.
It’s 6:52AM in the Meatpacking District, on the corner of Ninth Avenue and Little West 12th Street. Ana and I have finished partying, and the sun is coming up. We hug each other goodbye. We stick our arms — her right one, my left one — up in the air to hail a cab. Before parting, kisses on the cheeks ensue. On the short cab ride home, whizzing by the window, I see: bike messengers, other yellow cabs, and men in nice clothes speed by. It’s almost 7:00AM. They’re all starting their day as I’m ending my night; the batton passes. When I get home, I climb the stairs to my apartment and go to sleep. But city, as always, keeps on going. I love New York.
January 17th, 2007 at 9:13 pm
wow… how do you consistently afford nights out like this? I know I couldn’t! Sounds wonderful.
January 17th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
Kyla, Kyla, Kyla! How nice of you to, um, drop by. :-)
January 18th, 2007 at 1:23 am
Same in Japan, life continues 24 hours a day. Thats what I hate about Holland. 11 o’clock and everybody is already in bed….bah :(
January 18th, 2007 at 7:31 am
I’ve never been to Japan — or anywhere else in Asia, for that matter — but it’s definitely on my list of places to see before I die.
And, by the way, you’re right … Holland *does* go to bed early. But, damn if I don’t love Amsterdam. BEAUTIFUL city. :)