The party I wrote about in my last post was in the Rainbow Room. I didn't know what it was before, but apparently it's a really big deal. It's a fancy restaurant on the very top floor of Rockefeller Plaza. It has some of the most breathtaking views of the city. It's been recently renovated and we were under strict instructions to not take any pictures while there. The room is not open to the public until October and they don't want the new design leaked. haha Especially because the event that we were attending was supposedly taking place in December when the rooms new look would already be revealed. Normally instructions to not take pictures don't phase me and I just do it anyway (but stealthily) but since someone had pulled strings to get us into the party, I didn't want to make him look bad if I got caught. Therefore, the only photo I can provide you with from the evening was on our way out after the party. But stayed tuned New Years Eve because...I'll be in the audience of the show and you can get a glimpse of the room then. :)
I love where I live. I love meandering through Times Square. Every now and then I'll make sure to walk home through it just because I know that one day I won't live in New York anymore and I want to remember it as my walk home. It's incredible.
Maybe it's the part of me that has an obsession with Europe, but I am always captivated by street art. In Italy, the street graffiti isn't really viewed as vandalism. At least from my understanding, they didn't seem to have the same purpose as ours does here in the states. They were poems for their girlfriends, grand gestures of their love, the designs and pictures were very beautiful and creative. So I passed this gem in Little Italy and had to stare at it for a while. I love it.
Back when I lived in Virginia, after a particular week when I was struggling with some things going on in my life at the time, I took an impromptu trip to NYC and decided on the bus that I would take pictures of everything that made me happy. It was amazing to see all of the little things in my life that made me smile or laugh throughout the day. So a few days ago, I was reminded of that when occasional things would make me do a double-take or backtrack a few steps to photograph quirky details to my day that I wanted to look back on and laugh. Stuff like this:
Soo...I have recently discovered my fear of birds. I didn't realize it until I moved to Uganda back in 2012 but it quickly became apparently that chickens freaked me out. haha So embarrassing. Another story for another time. So when I was walking through Washington Square Park and saw this man (and a few tourists) drenched in birds...I started feeling a bit of anxiety. How this gentleman and the two tourists standing by him could handle this quantity of birds in their space is beyond me.
One of the things that I love about New York City (and I hope never gets old) is you never know what kind of street performs you're stumble upon. There are caricature artists, people who spray paint elaborate landscape views of the city on paper, people spray paint themselves metallic...that just stand there and ask for tips, and there are acrobatic/break dancing shows. The latter is what is pictured below. This gentleman is some version of Captain Jack Sparrow was playing the drums while a friend got the audience jazzed about him running and jumping over a row of 6 people. I've seen several groups around the city do it but I still find it amusing. This city is full of so many fun, talented and entertaining people. Sometimes you've just got to stop and watch. So I do.
The food in New York City is an absolute travesty for any diet or health regime that you might think you're on. Eataly is one of my favorite places. It has imported Italian food that I haven't seen since walking around the Italian market on P-days back on my mission. In fact, I met up with a mission friend in Eataly and it was hilarious how we kept making noises when we saw food we hadn't seen in years. You can't not make audible sounds at even the memory of what this food tastes like. Italy just seems to get everything right...at least in the food department. I found my favorite juice called "Ace" that I haven't had since Italy, and my word, I almost spent the 6 dollars to taste it again. haha But alas, I went around the corner and found this instead:
Oh, this weird, creepy Hulk baby is also a Little Italy find. The huge ones amaze me because I don't understand how artists keep proportion on that scale. I mean, this one is several stories high. Maybe it's the part of me that wishes I wishes I still had Art class in the Louvre every Wednesday, but I love to stop and stare at these every now and then. Even the stand point of how they keep it proportional is fascinating to me. It's quite an odd concept to paint but...it effectively makes me stop in my tracks nonetheless.
One of my walk homes made me laugh when I saw this bloke:
Today I went out to Brooklyn with a friend. We grabbed some pizza at a well-known place called Grimaldi's. We walked out to the Pier in perfect timing to watch the sun set on this beautiful city that I now get to call home. There are moments all the time that I look around and try to take in where I live. But tonight, in particular, hit me pretty hard. It is so gorgeous. I feel so lucky to live here. It's a super crazy place to live and it's not everyone's cup of tea. But I love it here. It's my new home and very happy about that.