The Long Weekend

It seems that every time the boyfriend and I get out of town, somebody famous dies. First, it was Michael Jackson and now it's Patrick Swayze. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't go onto an extended vacation.

So we spent two days in New York, meeting the boyfriend's ex and his husband. Also the ex's ex and the ex's ex boyfriend. It's like a game of dominoes where you're matching the heads and tails. They are all very nice people though. I was nervous to start with buy soon found that feeling to be completely unnecessary. Bx and Bxh are married and lives in Barcelona and it's their first time visiting New York. Bxx was a former tour guide, so he led us to the High Line Park on the lower west side, it was very nice. The wildflowers emit some nutty buttery scent, there were sunbathers, mother with strollers, everyone was enjoying the novelty of an elevated park build on a former train tracks. We walked down it to the meat packing district stopping to see if there were any exhibitionists in the now infamous Standard Hotel, but no such luck, not even scanned with a zoom lens. lol.



The two days went by fast even though it involved a lot of walking. Chinatown, Wall Street, a Ferry ride to and fro Staten Island. Bxh is an avid photographer and there were a lot of Kodak moments along the way. The eye-opening moment for me is Strand bookstore where the place is crammed full of floor to high ceiling bookshelves and there's 4 floors full of them. They advertised that they have 18 miles of books and I thought it was a trick slogan where you'd have to line the books in a particular way to make up the distance, but it's not so at all. Words in different fonts are attacking you visually, it's quite intimidating, all I could think of is the bookshelves crumbling down and getting buried by books.

There were a lot of new experiences that I appreciate which include making my own cotton candy, screaming my lungs out to Bohemian Rhapsody in karaoke. It was hard to say goodbye to these new friends and I can only imagine how hard it was for the boyfriend as he hugged them goodbye and not inclined to let go. As we were riding the bus into the sunset back to Philadelphia, there was still an eerily sad look on his face. Beautiful, and so cute.