New. York. City. This wide-eyed country girl went to the big apple, and she didn't hate it!
SUCH a fun four days with my family, throughout which I pretended to be different movie stars (mostly just Meg Ryan) as we walked and Ubered and subwayed around a city I'd only ever seen onscreen. Before you ask, I donned rose-colored glasses the entire trip, so I never saw any rats or smelled any nasty fish markets or saw any obnoxious makeouts in the subway, or anything of the sort. This post contains only blissful moments. The rest of it, I'm suppressing. ;)
I've been dreaming about going to Shake Shack for years, and it finally happened. It was the second thing on our New York City agenda, after refueling at Starbucks of course (where my dad left his backpack and didn't realize it for another hour, but I digress).
I had no idea we'd wait in a line extending out the door and down the sidewalk, nor did I know ahead of time we'd have to FIGHT TO THE DEATH for a table, but in the end, it was all worth it.
Well, hello, crinkle cut fries with cheese, and donut hot fudge concrete, and delicious burger!
NICE TO MEET YOU!
Then, off we went to Times Square (after retrieving my dad's backpack, which was miraculously still there)!
^My gorgeous sister, who looks like she belongs in New York City, and her husband, who so obviously lives in Colorado.
Are you going hiking or are you in Times Square, Cory? (KIDDING! Ha! But, really.)
Grand Central Terminal, decked out for Christmas and bustling, just as you'd expect.
All those 1871 details were not lost on me! And to all the people who cussed at me, both silently and audibly, for standing in your way and taking pictures of the ceiling, I'M NOT SORRY!
How cute is my mom?! ;)
The Empire State Building, peeking through in Bryant Park.
Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan/Cary Grant & Deborah Kerr moments all around.
Here's my favorite quote, 'cause I'm dramatic and it's what I quoted as we looked out and Kyle tried not to vomit (scared of heights):
We started day two off with Starbucks. But not just any Starbucks. THE Starbucks from You've Got Mail.
No shame in our obsession.
I. Just. Can't. Help. Myself.
(^Also a quote from YGM. You guys, I just can't stop.)
And then we went across the street to Zabar's, because, well...
THIS IS A CASH ONLY LINE.
HAPPY THANKSGIBING BACK.
(Zip-zip. I paid with a credit card.)
I grew up knowing who the Rockettes were because my older sister was SURE she'd one day be one. And I'm a little surprised that didn't end up happening. Oh, what a wonderful show! It isn't all headdresses and kicking, I promise. Add the Radio City Christmas Spectacular to your bucket list. Thank me later.
Again, HOW CUTE ARE MY PARENTS?!
^And how could I not include this picture? YOU'RE WELCOME.
We happened upon the sweetest, most helpful New Yorker in Riverside Park, who, instead of rolling her eyes, helped us find our way to the 91st Street Garden, because...
... we had to.
Don't cry, Shogirl. Don't cry.
We found Kathleen Kelly's apartment, but we also found that she doesn't actually live there, and an old, cranky man does. And said old cranky man does not like gawkers.
New York City is nuts about their holiday markets. (And I'm nuts about their holiday markets.) We ate a delicious taco dinner at the Columbus Circle Holiday Market, then walked on into Central Park for ice skating.
^A mid-fall picture for your viewing pleasure.
Bambi on ice, but a great workout nonetheless. With a spectacular view of the city, to boot!
The Plaza Hotel, where, sadly, I did not run into Eloise.
Naturally, I took far too many pictures to fit into one blog post, so keep an eye out for part two.
I think I finally get the t-shirts. And I think I love it, too.