The Bus and Subway
Obligatory Subway Shot
Today I embarked on the second leg of my trip. It was sad to leave Chip, Rebecca and Sandi as they were gracious hosts in Jersey. After grabbing a bagel with the infamous Taylor ham (which by the way tasted like a mix of Canadian bacon and well, bacon) Chip took me to the bus. I hopped on the bus and headed to NYC.
Taylor Ham Bagel
The bus ride was quick, maybe 25 minutes and took me from Little Falls, New Jersey to the Port Authority in the city. Woody told me that there would be signs for the “2 or 3, not the 1.” So I figured the signs would be right in front of my face. The only signs I saw were for various gates and one sign that a dude held that read, “Fear Jesus.” Yup, New York City.
So trying not to look like a lost tourist (because my rolling suitcase wasn’t an indication) I gave in. I walked up to the nicest person I could find and asked, “I’m looking for the 2 or 3.” She stood up and must have been 6’3”, a model I’m sure. Kindly she told me, “Walk towards the door and take the stairs down.” Tugging my suitcase along, I finally found the signs Woody told me about. I should mention here, that I didn’t make that tourist mistake by having my suitcase get stuck in the turn-style. Instead I hoisted it above it, a nice New Yorker move. After hauling my suitcase up three flights of stairs I was at my subway stop. I listened to a dude drum and was on the subway headed to the 116th stop in Harlem.
Harlem: Woody’s Hood
Again not trying to look like a tourist, I called Woody who could see me from the street and he directed me to his apartment. “Dude, do you see the dudes sitting on the stoop, that’s my apartment building.” Sho-nuff I saw the dudes sitting on the stoop. I’ll also interject here; Woody lives just off of Malcolm X, which is just a block down from Frederick Douglas. Fitting for a white guy from Seattle and his Turkish wife.
Woody and I rapped about life a bit and decided to grab some wine and vegetables. Duygu (Woody’s wife) was making us a Turkish dinner. We wandered the streets while I was on the phone talking about what happens to assets when a person dies intestate, without a will (the work never stops). We grabbed some wine and I bought some beer and the vegetables from the local grocery store. In NYC they don’t ever refrigerate their beer, bugs me.
Duygu came home from work and made a dope, dope meal. Eggplant, beef, tomatoes, pita bread, more tomatoes and more beef. I should’ve taken a picture in retrospect.
Tess and Heather
After dinner we rapped about stereotypes, racism, religion, and fart jokes. Then it was off to meet my childhood friend Tess (who mom was hoping would kick some sense into me, I think my mom really wanted Tess to kick me). We were to met up with Tess at a bar called Barcade. It was dope, hella solid beers on tap and hella quarter arcade games. We got there before Tess so Woody and I took turns trying to beat the high score on 1943. I think if I could’ve spent $5 on it, we would’ve rocked the high score. I really wanted to get that high score so they could’ve chalked my name up on the “high score board” above the bar. But to no avail. Tess shortly arrived then it was off to surprise our friend Heather.
Tess, Heather and I have known each other since we were lil tykes. In fact I could honestly say they were some of my first friends ever. The kicker of all this, is that Heather is moving to Portland next Monday and it was her going away party. I hadn’t seen Tess in about 4 years and Heather in 10 years. Tess apparently told Heather that she was bringing a surprise guest. I’m actually pretty pumped Heather is moving to Portland and hopefully she gets a writing gig for a paper there. I’m hoping to spend more time with her when I move back to Washington (10 years is far too long. Shit 4 years is far too long), and who knows maybe I’ll find a writing gig as well.
We roll up to the bar where Heather was having her going away party… like a true person raised in Oak Harbor, Heather’s reaction when she saw me, “Oh, what the fuck?” A good what the fuck, as she did rock the biggest smile when she saw me. It was so awesome seeing her, and I gotta admit a rush of nostalgia hit me as we talked about our First Communion and our middle school play. Our class actually put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet which Heather, Tess and I were all in. Guess who was Romeo? Yours truly. But alas, the stage doesn’t always translate to real life.
We caught up a bit and enjoyed $1.50 beers. Yup, $1.50 beers. I wish we could’ve stayed longer but both Tess and Woody have to work in the morning. Which is just a few hours away, and I’m wondering why I told Woody I’d go to his lab with him. All good, I don’t sleep anyway. Tomorrow we’re going to meet up with Tess for some good ol’ NYC brunch then head to a University of Washington bar to hopefully watch my Dawgs stomp The Cardinal. The Cardinal? Who the fuck carries the nickname after a color? Nerdy Stanford kids, that’s who. And hopefully we’ll hit up an all-you-can-eat sushi spot and meet up with yet another friend from Oak Harbor Cassie…
But alas, I’m exhausted and a bit drunk… so hopefully this blog made sense, don’t stress me about the numerous tense changes, and I’ll be writing again soon. Good night!
Figured this song would be appropriate… especially if you’ve ever seen one of my favorite movies The Warriors
Joe Walsh – “In The City”