We took the light rail to downtown Phoenix last Saturday. No event to attend, nothing we needed to do, no particular sight we wanted to see. We were simply conducting an experiment.
If it took us between 50 to 60 minutes to travel from our Airbnb in Queens to Manhattan, and once there we never lacked for interesting things to do, and after doing said things, we never lacked for good things to eat, we intended to find:
- Is the Phoenix Light Rail an efficient and reliable form of transportation for reaching our downtown area?
- Is there an interesting assortment of things to do in downtown Phoenix, enough to settle my post-NYC trip blues?
- Can we find an eatery with not only good food, but in an interesting building with charming atmosphere like every, single, flippin’ place we ate at in Manhattan?
Here’s what we found:
Continue reading “Gotta Cure My Post-NYC Blues”
Practice helps. But there’s a much easier way, and I imagine a much more common way: You pay for it.
From its beginning, Carnegie was a rental hall. I looked up the price for renting it, should you feel so inclined. Without putting in a lot of effort, I found the going price in 2014 for the Stern auditorium (the main stage) for a Friday or Saturday evening was $16,000.
Not sure how many hours that covers, but remember you can do anything you want and no auditions required. You could even play your kazoo, if you wanted.
Another option – and this is the one Husband chose – is to join a choir that’s been invited for a special event. Continue reading “How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?”
I planned on giving you a tour of the museums we visited while in New York, but then I got distracted by this news story in the Daily Mail:
“A student who left a pineapple in the middle of an art exhibition as a prank was left shocked after curators put the fruit inside a glass case.”
About a year ago, Twitter lit up with an account of a teenage boy who left his dirty sneakers in an art museum and watched as patrons took pictures of them.
That was funny too.
But there are a few things I want to point out:
Continue reading “That’s Art?! And Why That’s a Stupid Thing to Say”
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. —Tom Wolfe
After six days in New York City, I’m back home. Or at least, my body is home. I fear my heart is somewhere on 5th Avenue, in the vicinity of Bryant Park.
If you’re in the area, could you keep a lookout for it? Oh and while you’re at it, could you stop at that one sandwich shop – you know the one I mean, right? – and get me a smoked salmon roll? I’ll pay you back.
These are a few general thoughts I had about our trip. Details will come later: Continue reading “It’s Not My Home, But Dang I Love New York”
This coming Saturday, in the wee hours of morn, I’m boarding a plane for New York City.
Hold onto your hats: Husband is singing at Carnegie Hall!
To answer the probing questions you haven’t asked yet, it all started about a year ago… Continue reading “New York State of Mind”