Mittwoch, 26. September 2007
My Big Bite of the Night Apple
We had both fallen asleep when Fabian came back. He wanted to pick us up to go to some place in Jersey. One of the other BMW interns was having a farewell party in a sushi place called ZEN and so Bjou got to know how much he likes raw fish. Yummy! We had plenty and were pretty stuffed when we loaded the car and drove back to Manhatten. Our agenda brought us down to West Chelsea into Cain, a pretty trendy and packed club on 27th with nice details here and there, luckily we knew the bouncers and so got in very quickly. The crowd was wild, the music was nice and so we won the party staying past four. All clubs here seem to close at four. We walked a couple of blocks and got ourselves a solid and (so I was told) typical breakast: eggs, potatoes and a reanimating glass of orange juice.
The next day of course we didn't get up early, too. Actually Bjou got up first and became more and more nervous as he did not dare walking Fabian up to ask for the WPA key to his wireless connection. The poor boy was sitting on the toilett with his notebook not even having internet. The only real thing we had to do was drop Fabi's new MacBook pro off at TekServe, which didn't take us very long. Afterwards I got introduced to American pizza and the fact that Bjou can refuse to eat. At night we met some of the inters in the 5 Ninth, aber bar in the famous Meatpacking district, later headed up the Gansevoort Hotel to see another roof top bar. Wasn't as good as the first one, but still nice. We had lost most of our party during the process: who wears advertising t-shirts going out in Manhatten, huh? This sounds rough, but then again I've got to say that NY bouncers in general seem to have certain rules but aren't very picky besides. I liked it. Finally we stumbled into the Cain club, to let the night end.
We came home very late and where just about to go to bed (Bjou made it!), when Fabian and I figured that we should reconsider joing the BMW posers for the Hamptons-trip as we would not go to sleep for three hours only. So we didn't. Go to sleep, I mean. We kicked Bjou out of the bed, picked up the car and off we drove. It was about two hours later when we were laying on the beach. I had already fallen asleep during the ride. Twice. And in the warm sun with the sound of the ocean the others couldn't resist either. A couple of hours later we all had nice sunburns, though we needed a picture to convince Bjou that he had been striked the worst.
Another few hours later, we enjoyed the time on the beach, the otheres finally arrived. I am so glad we had a tomtom in the car thinking about the trip they had had and all the time we spent chlling out. After burgers on the beach (and even in the sand, haha) we started the ride home. The traffic within Manhatten was dense by now and so it took as a bit longer. Fabian and I kept each other awake and he really deserves my props for driving us home safely! Choice! What happend afterwards is just grey memories and sleep.
During the week that was about to begin, Fabian would have to work again. So Bjou and I checked out the city: we took some photos of the hotel where Bjou had stayed earlier and of a house which somehow matters to the genealogical research my parents do, we went to the central park, saw the Rockefeller Plaza, walked down to the Flat Iron, walked the Brooklyn Bridge catched a train to central station, saw Metlife, the Waldorf and surroundings, tried different fast food and chilled on Fabi's rooftop on Monday.
On Tuesday we climbed ...
The next day of course we didn't get up early, too. Actually Bjou got up first and became more and more nervous as he did not dare walking Fabian up to ask for the WPA key to his wireless connection. The poor boy was sitting on the toilett with his notebook not even having internet. The only real thing we had to do was drop Fabi's new MacBook pro off at TekServe, which didn't take us very long. Afterwards I got introduced to American pizza and the fact that Bjou can refuse to eat. At night we met some of the inters in the 5 Ninth, aber bar in the famous Meatpacking district, later headed up the Gansevoort Hotel to see another roof top bar. Wasn't as good as the first one, but still nice. We had lost most of our party during the process: who wears advertising t-shirts going out in Manhatten, huh? This sounds rough, but then again I've got to say that NY bouncers in general seem to have certain rules but aren't very picky besides. I liked it. Finally we stumbled into the Cain club, to let the night end.
We came home very late and where just about to go to bed (Bjou made it!), when Fabian and I figured that we should reconsider joing the BMW posers for the Hamptons-trip as we would not go to sleep for three hours only. So we didn't. Go to sleep, I mean. We kicked Bjou out of the bed, picked up the car and off we drove. It was about two hours later when we were laying on the beach. I had already fallen asleep during the ride. Twice. And in the warm sun with the sound of the ocean the others couldn't resist either. A couple of hours later we all had nice sunburns, though we needed a picture to convince Bjou that he had been striked the worst.
Another few hours later, we enjoyed the time on the beach, the otheres finally arrived. I am so glad we had a tomtom in the car thinking about the trip they had had and all the time we spent chlling out. After burgers on the beach (and even in the sand, haha) we started the ride home. The traffic within Manhatten was dense by now and so it took as a bit longer. Fabian and I kept each other awake and he really deserves my props for driving us home safely! Choice! What happend afterwards is just grey memories and sleep.
During the week that was about to begin, Fabian would have to work again. So Bjou and I checked out the city: we took some photos of the hotel where Bjou had stayed earlier and of a house which somehow matters to the genealogical research my parents do, we went to the central park, saw the Rockefeller Plaza, walked down to the Flat Iron, walked the Brooklyn Bridge catched a train to central station, saw Metlife, the Waldorf and surroundings, tried different fast food and chilled on Fabi's rooftop on Monday. On Tuesday we climbed ...
... the Top of the Rocks, a platform on top of the GE building, had more pizza, went down the East River right in time to see the UN delegates leaving. Here I asked an officer if the streets were closed for every gathering of the UN and he gave a very simple yet funny anser: "No, it's the president!" Ooookay. We walked on to see the Crysler building, Bjou bought a coke for $21, and we stopped counting Trump's towers. At night we had dinner in an Italian place near time square and nearly got into trouble with some stupid bogans.
On Wednesday we didn't do much during the day. I had organized an appartment in Los Angeles and now had to send a security deposit. Wasn't that easy after all I needed to send a check (should have been a cashier's check and not a personal one as I found out later). For dinner and with Fabian we went to a Thai place and then wached "Shoot 'em up" in one of the huge theaters on 42nd street. One thing let to another and so we encountered a really strange night including the Cain club, some hotel, playing golf at Chelsea Piers and a long walk back home through the city. While everybody else started the day, ours ended.
Again, we didn't get up early and didn't do much. Actually we tried to go jogging within Central Park, but Bjou had problems with his ankles or knees and I got lost on the track. I don't know how me managed to get back together but that run was really unsatisfying. At night we planned to have a farewell party for Bjou and therefore - after eating huge burgers at the Chealsea grill on 9th - went to Alphabet City to check out a pretty intersting "please don't tell"-place. It's a hidden bar that can only be entered by walking through a phone booth in a hot dog restaurant. Unfortunately it was too crowded there, but thanks to the Iphone we googled another interesting location. It was also kinda hidden, a in the back room of a closed toy shop, and had to be entered through the basement. It's owned by Tim Robbins and in the back room (behind the secret bookshelf-door) he and his buddy Robert De Niro have the biggest parties - the legend says. I can confirm the ownership and the existence of the door only. We stayed there for quite a while, some other inters joined the party after a couple of drinks. Later we took a train uptown and visited the apple store on fifth, which is really spectacular. When we finally arrived at Fabian's we just had enough time to pick up Bjous gear before his shuttle pulled up and took him to the airport.
Guess what: I didn't get up too early on Friday. I had taken Fabian's membership card for the MOMA and wanted to be there before the crowd (it's free on Fridays past 4pm). I'm really unsure about whether I liked or not. I mean, they have some huge paintings, especially the ones from Pollock were really cool. Some famous Picassos, VanGoghs and so on. Then again they attract so many really stupid people that don't watch but through their cameras, step on you feet, shout and run accross the room... really annoying. I still managed to spend nearly four hours there. So it can't be bad after all, right?
At night we went to the movies again and watched "The Kingdom", a new picture with Jamie Foxx and Jen Garner playing FBI agents hunting down some Saudi terrorists. It was really disturbing when the American crowed started cheering whenever a Saudi got shot. I understood the overall message was that killing in general is a bad thing and that Americans don't differ from Saudi terrorists in some sense, but my fellow watchers didn't seem to feel that way. Being exhausted from the rest of the week we grabbed a beer in a bar Fabi had been once before, then went straight home, had some eggs on a roll from Fabi's deli around the corner and went to bed.
Our plans for Saturday were big! It took us a while to get up and running, but then we picked up the car and got on the road to ... tata ... Atlantic City. Fabian hadn't been there and I, well I was willing to do whatever could be fun. I didn't really plan to loose the big bugs, but from all casinos I've seen so far it's also about those people playing small stakes, as long as there are heaps of those. Atlantic city is quite a while away from NY and so it was around 10pm when we arrived. We first explored the city by car and decided which tables to hit first, we picked the Borgata. But the crowd was old and boring. Though there was a night club we went on the see the cool places. There were none. We found out that this was due to the fact that it was simply off-season. If there had not been a J-Lo concert in Trump's Taj-Mahal and a boxing fight of some famous dude there might not have been people under 30 at all. Bad luck, worse planning. Who cares? We still got to see the casinos, watched some expensive tables (mostly owned by Japanse), had nice noodle soup and drove home in the morning.
My last day in NY again didn't start very early. Our only mission (pretty much) was to find a way to get money orders for my security deposit. Why the hell do Americans have such a complicated (and not even secure or reliable) system? It took us a while and in the end it was the not very well informed manager of a Duane Reade store manager who sold me two of em. We had enough time for a nice dinner at a Thai Place and afterwards watched one of our favourite sources for looks, the incredible "Zoolander" movie.
I had a super shuttle picking me up at 5am which basically left enough time to fall asleep and get up again. California, here I come.
On Wednesday we didn't do much during the day. I had organized an appartment in Los Angeles and now had to send a security deposit. Wasn't that easy after all I needed to send a check (should have been a cashier's check and not a personal one as I found out later). For dinner and with Fabian we went to a Thai place and then wached "Shoot 'em up" in one of the huge theaters on 42nd street. One thing let to another and so we encountered a really strange night including the Cain club, some hotel, playing golf at Chelsea Piers and a long walk back home through the city. While everybody else started the day, ours ended.
Again, we didn't get up early and didn't do much. Actually we tried to go jogging within Central Park, but Bjou had problems with his ankles or knees and I got lost on the track. I don't know how me managed to get back together but that run was really unsatisfying. At night we planned to have a farewell party for Bjou and therefore - after eating huge burgers at the Chealsea grill on 9th - went to Alphabet City to check out a pretty intersting "please don't tell"-place. It's a hidden bar that can only be entered by walking through a phone booth in a hot dog restaurant. Unfortunately it was too crowded there, but thanks to the Iphone we googled another interesting location. It was also kinda hidden, a in the back room of a closed toy shop, and had to be entered through the basement. It's owned by Tim Robbins and in the back room (behind the secret bookshelf-door) he and his buddy Robert De Niro have the biggest parties - the legend says. I can confirm the ownership and the existence of the door only. We stayed there for quite a while, some other inters joined the party after a couple of drinks. Later we took a train uptown and visited the apple store on fifth, which is really spectacular. When we finally arrived at Fabian's we just had enough time to pick up Bjous gear before his shuttle pulled up and took him to the airport.
Guess what: I didn't get up too early on Friday. I had taken Fabian's membership card for the MOMA and wanted to be there before the crowd (it's free on Fridays past 4pm). I'm really unsure about whether I liked or not. I mean, they have some huge paintings, especially the ones from Pollock were really cool. Some famous Picassos, VanGoghs and so on. Then again they attract so many really stupid people that don't watch but through their cameras, step on you feet, shout and run accross the room... really annoying. I still managed to spend nearly four hours there. So it can't be bad after all, right?
At night we went to the movies again and watched "The Kingdom", a new picture with Jamie Foxx and Jen Garner playing FBI agents hunting down some Saudi terrorists. It was really disturbing when the American crowed started cheering whenever a Saudi got shot. I understood the overall message was that killing in general is a bad thing and that Americans don't differ from Saudi terrorists in some sense, but my fellow watchers didn't seem to feel that way. Being exhausted from the rest of the week we grabbed a beer in a bar Fabi had been once before, then went straight home, had some eggs on a roll from Fabi's deli around the corner and went to bed.
Our plans for Saturday were big! It took us a while to get up and running, but then we picked up the car and got on the road to ... tata ... Atlantic City. Fabian hadn't been there and I, well I was willing to do whatever could be fun. I didn't really plan to loose the big bugs, but from all casinos I've seen so far it's also about those people playing small stakes, as long as there are heaps of those. Atlantic city is quite a while away from NY and so it was around 10pm when we arrived. We first explored the city by car and decided which tables to hit first, we picked the Borgata. But the crowd was old and boring. Though there was a night club we went on the see the cool places. There were none. We found out that this was due to the fact that it was simply off-season. If there had not been a J-Lo concert in Trump's Taj-Mahal and a boxing fight of some famous dude there might not have been people under 30 at all. Bad luck, worse planning. Who cares? We still got to see the casinos, watched some expensive tables (mostly owned by Japanse), had nice noodle soup and drove home in the morning. My last day in NY again didn't start very early. Our only mission (pretty much) was to find a way to get money orders for my security deposit. Why the hell do Americans have such a complicated (and not even secure or reliable) system? It took us a while and in the end it was the not very well informed manager of a Duane Reade store manager who sold me two of em. We had enough time for a nice dinner at a Thai Place and afterwards watched one of our favourite sources for looks, the incredible "Zoolander" movie.
I had a super shuttle picking me up at 5am which basically left enough time to fall asleep and get up again. California, here I come.
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