I never did write about the trip to New York, did I?
This was a business trip for me, but Karsten had been talking for some time about wanting to get up to New York to visit some galleries and get a feel for what’s happening in the NYC art scene. So Karsten and I went up Saturday morning and spent the weekend bumming around, and then while I was working Monday through Wednesday, he visited galleries.
All in all, that plan worked out pretty well. The other aspect of the trip was a tour of the many vegetarian restaurants in NYC. We had delicious meals at Teany, Kate’s Joint, both Candle Cafe and Candle 79, Cafe Spice, and a random falafel cart. We also ate with my coworkers one night at Asia de Cuba, which was fun. NYC is definitely a good place to blow your diet.
One random thing we encountered was a huge pillow fight in Union Square. When we came across it, I assumed it was some sort of anti-war protest, but now that I look it up, it appears it was simply a silly event. Maybe I overanalyze things. Huh. It was fun to watch either way.
Speaking of things that might be considered fun to watch, through a work connection, we had free tickets to Rent on Monday night. We were appreciative but wary. After all, an employee of mine years ago was a huge fan of the show and, to spread her enthusiasm, insisted once that we all listen to the soundtrack together. Contrary to her hopes, we didn’t fall in love with the songs. We also suspected that, having seen Team America: World Police and their send-up of Rent (if you haven’t seen the movie, their version was called Lease with a song called “Everyone has AIDS”), we’d effectively seen the show. Yeah, I realize it was groundbreaking to have not just token GLBT characters but actual G, L, B, & T characters and all these controversial and socially challenging storylines and all that, but it’s just, I don’t know. I’m not saying I’ve seen and done it all, but I have been exposed to various kinds of Bohemian lifestyles, I’ve had friends with HIV, and I and many other people I’ve known have struggled with not being able to pay rent, and somehow it’s never occurred to me to sing peppy, jaunty songs about it all. So yeah, anyway, we weren’t getting into it and we left at intermission.
Anyway, as we walked along Broadway through Times Square, we heard someone say “What the hell are you guys doing here?” and for some inexplicable reason, we turned around and looked rather than just continuing to walk as if nothing had been said, which would have been a far more appropriate response in almost any urban setting. But it turned out to be one of our neighborhood buddies from Nashville! Weird. So we all went back to the bar in our hotel and laughed and drank and had a good old time until way too late for a school night.
Oh yeah, and the work part of the trip was pretty good, too. The end.