Valentines Weekend in NYC

As I had previously bloggered, Mitra invited me to meet her in New York for the long weekend. It was glorious. I took the bus down Saturday morning at met mitra at our hotel, the W in union square. Lets just say, it was pretty nice - we were in one of the largest rooms, on the very top floor. This was the view... you could see all of the lower east side and some of downtown. We're fancy-like.

Later that day we walked ALL around manhattan. I mean, seriously. We took the subway all the way to the upper east side and proceeded to walk more than 4 miles down the island. At one point we passed through Bryant Park and through Fashion Week. I can't believe I didnt know it was fashion week (just kidding I never know these things) but we got to stand outside one of the tents and watch rich/famous people exit after a show. My best observation: EVERY SINGLE woman who left the tent had great shoes. My second best observation: it must be weird to be a New York cop, having to guard fancy people who pay waaaaaay too much for their garments.

Sunday we walked through SoHo, went to a fancy bakery that Mitra had read about on the interwebs (my cheese danish was delicious and nutricious. or, at least delcious, which is all that matters anyway.) Then we walked through downtown and across the Brooklyn Bridge. We were VERY touristy, stopping to look at the great views and take pictures of each other. Of course, it was no problem to ask others to take pics of us together - because most everyone else there was also a tourist and they sympathized. Oh New York, you are so fancy and yet full of randoms.

We walked around Brooklyn Heights (my conclusion : very cool area. Upon first impression, I decided that if I ever had to move to new york I'd try to live in Brooklyn) and then met my cousin Stu for pizza at one of the famous Brooklyn pizza eateries, Grindwals underneath the bridge.

I've only met my cousin Stu once since I was old enough to form long-lasting memories - when I was about 12, we drove down to southern Ohio and visited his family and played with the cows and geese on their small farm. This visit was much more mature. And pizza-filled. He, Mitra, and I each at a FULL half of a pizza. Good thing we were walking several miles each day, or I would have come back as I did after Europe.

This is me and Stu with the Brooklyn Bridge in the background - yay Kabakoff family!

Mitra and I spent the next day walking around southern manhattan and going to a fantastic mac and cheese themed lunch place (conclusion: yes, you can really pay $8 for mac and cheese and get a meal that is worth the price.) Sadly, I had to get back to boston, so I boarded the bus back that afternoon, sitting between some spoiled rich BC girls and some spoiled rich BU girls. DRATS.