Firstly before I say, or type, anything else, why is it called The Big Apple? This is a question that I would like answered. Once answered, if there’s some sort of big apple landmark I shall hop on the subway and go and check it out. Now to begin…
I am sitting in my Manhattan apartment, staring out the window on my Apple Mac laptop emulating Carrie Bradshaw. I wish I was Carrie Bradshaw. She has nice clothes and a cool job. But her hair is out of control. Hey. Maybe I am her. I’ve never been to New York before so when this trip was booked you can only imagine my excitement. Now that I’m here, I’m debating never leaving and I have no idea why I didn’t come sooner. It’s amazing. Everything about it. It’s a ‘proper’ city that never sleeps and it looks beautiful all lit up. I have an obsession with lights and everything here has lights. That sounds rather obvious but I could just stand and stare all day long at all the buildings. I know I’m weird. We admitted this in one of the first blogs so it should be an accepted fact.
As soon as I stepped off the plane I was hit by the cold. Everyone had warned me, it’s freezing Nat, take layers. Yeah yeah, I’ll be fine. Holy moly I am not fine. I wear two jumpers and two jackets as I was too stubborn to pack my Moncler snowman jacket as it makes me look fat. It’s a padded jacket. It would make Victoria Beckham look fat. Vanity is the Devil. I got in a yellow cab and beamed at the driver how I’d never been here before so if he could point some sights out it would be great. “Well to your left is Queens.” He then dialled his friend and spoke for the rest of the cab journey. Well that’s a lie. He did pause the conversation to ask me for $60. Thanks for the tour Mr. Cabby. A friend of mine is renting me this wonderful two bed apartment in the Upper West Side which I’m sad to be leaving today. Upon arrival I was greeted by the beautiful New Yorker and the Brit who happened to be in NY for the day. Suitcase down, more layers on and the Brit was dragging me out to have a little wonder. A few hours later it was time to head to Madison Square Garden for a Justin Bieber concert that the Brit had got tickets for. Our tickets were amazing. We were literally two rows away from the B Stage. Grabbing distance. I have to say I’ve gone off the Biebs a bit after hearing some stories about him. Imagine if I posted them here. People would suddenly start caring about my blog! Or maybe not actually. The Wanted (SHIT) and Carly-Rae were the warm ups. I hate The Wanted. I think they’re so un-attractive and talentless. Carly-Rae was ok. Could have had a sun bed before. Looked very pasty. We were joined by another friend and his sister so by the time the show ended were all sufficiently hungry. Wanting to do some sight seeing, we all walked to Times Square where I could fully enjoy the lights. So magical. We must have been walking for about an hour and were aiming to see the tree in Times Sq which had been lit earlier that day. We finally get there and guess what. They shut off the lights three minutes earlier due to technical issues. Are you kidding me?! The tree wasn’t as big as I had expected and I was a little let down. This sentence amused the others immensely. Filthy minded friends I have.
It’s now about midnight and we still haven’t eaten and I’m going in to my 24th hour. We jump in a cab and head to the Meat-Packing District. Funny names over here. There we go to The Standard Grill for a quick dins and a cocktail or two. We must finish up at about 2am, get the check and head back to the apartment. I’m instructed that I MUST be awake by 8am as the Brit is catching an afternoon flight and wants to go for a wander. Alarm set for 8.18am (makes it a little less harsh) and suddenly it’s morning.
My blogs are already long enough but now combining two days. When will this end?! So I get up, extremely begrundingly and am out the house at 9.10am. 10 minutes behind schedule. We walk to Madison and 5th or somewhere around there, see the Plaza Hotel, Hotel Empire (Chuck Bass’ - my future hubby), go to one corner of Central Park and then go back to Madison to walk all along it. We spent two hours walking around and are then sufficiently hungry to the point of passing out. Heading back towards the apartment for a quick breakfast and then I have to put the Brit in a cab and I’m left on my own. After a short much needed nap, I decided to stroll through Central Park again. Ear muffs and bright gloves on, I must have walked around it for about an hour. In order to get found you have to get lost. I’ve been sent to NY with three to-do lists and on one of them was get lost in Central Park. So I did. And it was amazing. I felt oddly free and at one with the world and sent various text messages to friends I haven’t spoken to in a while. There is so much to see in that park. You don’t feel like you’re in the middle of a bustling city. It was just magical to be completely honest. Sounds really tacky but you’ll understand if you’ve been. And I’m not one that is usually ‘with nature’. If that even means anything. I say a lot of things that I don’t know what they’re supposed to me. I had to do this video the other day a whole load of very questionable rubbish. The shame.
From Central Park, next on my to-do list was have a Red Velvet cupcake from Sprinkles. My no carb thing is semi out the window. Life’s too short to starve yourself. Although you do save money. Not the point. I have to say I was a little disappointed by it. Not as good as Hummingbird. I then walked past Magnolia and thought damn, should have got one from there but two in one day is slightly excessive. Perhaps I’ll get one today. From Sprinkles it was back on the subway to the apartment. I really struggled. I didn’t realise that the lines all went to the same place so was sat for 20 minutes waiting for one whereas I could have got the 5 that went past earlier. Eventually I get back to the apartment (after a god-awful $10 manicure where they tried to take off my diamond ring - true story) and have 15 minutes to spruce up the make up and cover my hair with dry shampoo. Then it’s back out the door and downtown for dinner with my New York girlfriends. Haven’t seen them both in ages and when they suggested The Meatball Shop I almost shouted in excitement. Still on my meatball obsession I couldn’t think of anything better. Upon arrival you’re handed a menu and a marker pen and you tick boxes on the menu and that’s how you order. Very cool.
After exchanging various stories, we finish up and then all head to the subway together. It’s weird how you can not see people in years but when you get together it’s as if you saw them yesterday. I love that. Signs of true friends and very special people. I have a lot of special people in my life. So grateful and thankful for that. Although I drive them all insane, I know deep down they love me too. Deep, deep down. Verrrry deep. I think I’ve really skimmed through my experiences of NY as I spend the whole day walking around seeing different things but I can’t really remember it and I don’t want to spend all day typing, I want to see more!! So off I go. I hate tourists so I pretend not to be, but I’m the idiot that walks around staring at GPS so I think I might give myself away a bit.
I LOVE NYC.