The Banshees + 2 in NYC: A Series of Unfortunate Events

It’s been a week since New York and I think I’m still recovering. I’m recuperating from the fact that I’m not there anymore. I want to go back. I need another vacation. It was a crazy four day adventure complete with onion flavored cheesecake and near deaths on the Expressway to JFK airport (“Up yours amigo!!”).

There are some many inside jokes that writing a posting about this trip would be futile. It just wouldn’t capture what it was. Nobody else would find extreme humor in being soaking wet from the rain and watching our 4th choice show “The Producers” from partial view seats. Or turning around and realizing your friend didn’t make it through the treacherous doors of the subway. The horror of seeing Cindy left on the platform and me moving forward will remain with me forever.

The irony is this trip was planned out to the extreme. Excel spreadsheets were composed. Itineraries and back up plans were implemented. Yet, with all our planning we couldn’t predict the mishaps that would inevitably shape the best and most memorable moments of our trip. What we pray wouldn’t happen, of course did. Rain, “Wicked” being sold out, no crème Brule, looking like total tourist (ahem) “visitors” while the natives barked at us, or getting lost in Central Park. With these minor unfortunate events, we complained (of course) but also laughed them off. Never has the phrase, “It’s not where you go but who you’re with” been so true.

When people ask me how New York was I can only muster a, “It was really fun.” Not because I don’t want to share being attacked by pigeons in Times Square but it just couldn’t capture the chaos and hilarity. Why bother if the reaction I’ll get is a blank smile or a “sounds fun.”

For this trip, I wouldn’t change anything. Except maybe extend the stay an extra two days, more naps, and definitely dress up for Nobu Next Door. Showing up at the “no reservations needed but you still have to look cute hot spot” with shopping bags and bumping into Kevin Kline and the still uber-beautiful Phoebe Cates just shames me.

A tip though, travel in a group of 4 like minded funny people (or 3 like minded with the fourth being normal and the voice of reason *Cindy*) and you’ll have the best time ever.