With Martin’s and my last visit four weeks prior, we were ready for another rendezvous - this time in New York City for a four-day Easter weekend. In lieu of a hotel, Martin and I rented a studio apartment in the West Village resulting in the return to our previous home life including big breakfasts at home in the morning and the absence of feeling completely like tourists…on a side note it was definitely the way to go and I would consider it again in the future.
The weekend was absolutely perfect, as are all of our weekends together. And to make it the best of both worlds, before Martin arrived on Friday evening, I had the whole day to catch up with Erin who had Good Friday off (I may or may not have booked my flight for such the perfect opportunity). Catching up with Erin was the usual practice: shopping, mimosas, a quick snack with more champagne, and an amazing dinner with plenty of wine, great food and a cameo from Nick, Erin’s boyfriend, to pick up the pieces at the end of the night. Unfortunately, (at least for them) I had to leave early to meet Martin at the apartment, and after a quick stop at the market to get stuff for breakfast, I was on my way home to meet my man. I however mistimed my arrival and, with Martin’s flight having landed 45 minutes early, poor Martin was waiting for me…so much for my warm welcome and show of gratitude for flying across the ocean for me. Thankfully he wasn’t too upset.
With Martin and I finally back together, Saturday was spent just the two of us hanging out, walking around the city (and up on the High Line, a reclaimed elevated train track now an outdoor garden and walking path), an outdoor lunch and bloody maries (at 5 Ninth near Pastis), shopping (well actually Martin shopped, I supervised –they had his favorite store Superdry, so we had to go), and date night movie night on Saturday with the uplifting film The Green Zone (similar to our first date of Body of Lies…I think Martin is trying to not-so-subtly convince me to move back to Europe through the use of movies). The movie was followed by a late dinner near Union Square, where Martin got confused and spoke not English or Spanish but rather German to the Puerto Rican waiter, who surprisingly didn’t understand.
After breakfast in on Sunday morning, Martin and I headed uptown for an Easter picnic in Central Park with Kim, the original Griswalds and two friends, with me dragging Martin to not one, but two flea markets both before and afterwards (he must really love me, because no guy likes flea markets that much). We enjoyed a romantic dinner on Sunday evening at our neighborhood restaurant The Waverly Inn (where the wine list, with an average bottle of wine priced at $400, was incorrectly matched to the menu, which included chicken pot pie for $24). And to compliment the meal, we followed dinner up with drinks with Erin and Nick who had just returned from the Hampton’s. The night ended as it always does in these circumstances - I ate and drank too much and complained the rest of the night of needing elastic waist pants.
And no trip to New York is complete without…wait for it…a trip to my favorite book store in the West Village , The Biography Bookshop, and a slice of pizza, which we hit up on Monday. What. I definitely wouldn’t have said a trip to Times Square or up to the top of the Empire State Building or even watching a show on Broadway…those, my friend, are child’s play.
Having done all we came to do in NYC we were saying goodbye once again on Monday afternoon…Just a few short weeks and we will be back together again, next time in Zurich.
The weekend was absolutely perfect, as are all of our weekends together. And to make it the best of both worlds, before Martin arrived on Friday evening, I had the whole day to catch up with Erin who had Good Friday off (I may or may not have booked my flight for such the perfect opportunity). Catching up with Erin was the usual practice: shopping, mimosas, a quick snack with more champagne, and an amazing dinner with plenty of wine, great food and a cameo from Nick, Erin’s boyfriend, to pick up the pieces at the end of the night. Unfortunately, (at least for them) I had to leave early to meet Martin at the apartment, and after a quick stop at the market to get stuff for breakfast, I was on my way home to meet my man. I however mistimed my arrival and, with Martin’s flight having landed 45 minutes early, poor Martin was waiting for me…so much for my warm welcome and show of gratitude for flying across the ocean for me. Thankfully he wasn’t too upset.
With Martin and I finally back together, Saturday was spent just the two of us hanging out, walking around the city (and up on the High Line, a reclaimed elevated train track now an outdoor garden and walking path), an outdoor lunch and bloody maries (at 5 Ninth near Pastis), shopping (well actually Martin shopped, I supervised –they had his favorite store Superdry, so we had to go), and date night movie night on Saturday with the uplifting film The Green Zone (similar to our first date of Body of Lies…I think Martin is trying to not-so-subtly convince me to move back to Europe through the use of movies). The movie was followed by a late dinner near Union Square, where Martin got confused and spoke not English or Spanish but rather German to the Puerto Rican waiter, who surprisingly didn’t understand.
After breakfast in on Sunday morning, Martin and I headed uptown for an Easter picnic in Central Park with Kim, the original Griswalds and two friends, with me dragging Martin to not one, but two flea markets both before and afterwards (he must really love me, because no guy likes flea markets that much). We enjoyed a romantic dinner on Sunday evening at our neighborhood restaurant The Waverly Inn (where the wine list, with an average bottle of wine priced at $400, was incorrectly matched to the menu, which included chicken pot pie for $24). And to compliment the meal, we followed dinner up with drinks with Erin and Nick who had just returned from the Hampton’s. The night ended as it always does in these circumstances - I ate and drank too much and complained the rest of the night of needing elastic waist pants.
And no trip to New York is complete without…wait for it…a trip to my favorite book store in the West Village , The Biography Bookshop, and a slice of pizza, which we hit up on Monday. What. I definitely wouldn’t have said a trip to Times Square or up to the top of the Empire State Building or even watching a show on Broadway…those, my friend, are child’s play.
Having done all we came to do in NYC we were saying goodbye once again on Monday afternoon…Just a few short weeks and we will be back together again, next time in Zurich.
Martin and I relaxing on the High Line
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