Friday, August 27, 2010

Sightseeing and Stadiums

NEW YORK! For Bob's 40th, we took a baseball trip to New York and Philly. The first place we went after checking into the hotel and having a little lunch was Times Square. For those of you Project Runway fans, you'll recognize this billboard as the one Gretchen won in the week 2 challenge. I think it was the most exciting thing I saw in New York. It was sort of like my reality show had become reality. Pretty fun stuff.
The day we were in Times Square, there was a kiss in for peace, and they had a statute of that iconic Life magazine cover of the sailor kissing a lady. It was pretty neat, and I made Bob pose in front of it. If I had true skills, I would have done a self portrait while participating in the kiss in for peace, but alas, I lack such self-photographing talent.

One of the things we were most excited about was seeing Greenday's American Idiot play. Bob was nervous that they would "Broadway it up," but the music was rocking, the story line was interesting and easy to follow, and we both loved it. We're not sure if the average person would love the play, but if you like the album, I'd say the play is pretty fantastic. After our night at the theater, I went shopping for toiletries in the Walgreens in Times Square. I forgot my travel kit on the bathroom counter, so I was forced to pay $7 for deodorant, but I figured that avoidance of funk was worth it.
On Sunday, our day game at the Mets turned into a night game. The weather was beautiful all day. Bob and I went to FAO Schwartz & the 24 hour Apple Store then we ate at the Carnegie Deli. It was a fun day, and we were ready for our game at 8 pm.
Citifield was nice, and the home run apple was cute. We got there a little early to ensure we got our promotional lunch boxes (which the boys find lots of fun). Bob checked out the rotunda, we shopped for our first souvenir for the boys (an orange Mr. Met t-shirt for James), and then we headed up to the nose bleed section to our seats.
When we got there, the sky was somewhat ominous. I think I would have really enjoyed the Mets game if it wasn't raining. We luckily had seats right under the overhang of the shade. It was pretty nice for most of the game, but when the wind stopped blowing, we would get wet, and since we weren't sure about the location of our seats, we ate our dinner before we headed to our seats and missed the opening ceremonies that Bob enjoys so much.
We sat next to a family of Mets fans, and the two kids next to us reminded me of Faith and Joseph. They good natured-ly bickered for the entire game. It cracked me up that they referred to themselves as the poor Jews. They said most of the Jews were in the lower level in the good seats. We took the subway to and from the game. Bob, not a huge fan of public transportation, was pretty impressed at how smoothly they got us on and off the train. We hopped off at Grand Central and walked back to our hotel. Unfortunately, we took a similar route to the one we took in the day time, and it was much darker and more bum-ridden at night. Perhaps the highlight of the walk home was the guy puking his guts out into the trash can near Grand Central. We heard him for two blocks. It almost made me toss my cookies, too.
On Monday, we had lunch with a work friend of Bob's, Laurie, she is a huge Mets fan and a fan of the city. She took us to a great pizza place around the corner from the Buffet Showroom. We had a very nice time, and I did some souvenir shopping (for postcards mostly) and stopped by Rockerfeller plaza on our way back to the hotel. We had planned on doing the NBC studio tour, but the reviews were so awful, we decided to save ourselves $40 and spend our cash on drinks instead. After my mid-afternoon drunk, we went to Grand Central to hop the train to the Yankee game. We were on the train when I realized we had forgotten the tickets at the hotel. We made a quick run back to get them and still made it to the game in plenty of time. It did manage to kill my buzz, though. Bob prepared himself to enter the house that George built, but he was a little apprehensive about the whole experience. Apparently he and his dad had a less than wonderul experience when they went to the old stadium.
One of the things Bob really wanted to see was Monument Park. It was pretty neat in a creepy graveyard type of way.
My favorite part of Monument Park was getting my picture made with Babe Ruth. Note that in the picture, there are TWO babes.
It rained at the Yankee game, too. We were under the overhang again, and the seats near us were empty, so we had lots of room. The people next to us were from England, so the guy and Bob talked baseball. That combined with the helmet ice cream and the Yankees losing, made the whole experience acceptable for Bob. The most difficult part of our Yankee experience was finding an appropriate shirt for Michael. We found a shirt that said Yankee Stadium rather than Yankee fan, so Bob was appeased, and Michael got a souvenir.
Tuesday morning, we took the train to Philly. We ended up in the quiet car, but I think we both enjoyed the ride. Once we checked into the hotel, we ate lunch at the Redding Station. I got a cheesesteak (can you eat anything else in Philly?). After our lunch, we headed out to see the historical sites. I was pretty stoked about the history portion of our trip. Bob was a good sport, but I got a little frustrated with myself for forgetting to order tickets to go into Independence Hall. We did enjoy seeing the sights, though.
Bob mugs in front of the Liberty Bell. It was pretty neat to see the crack up close, but it felt a little like seeing the Mona Lisa to me. It wasn't as impressive as I wanted it to be, and there were too many tourists in front of it for me to feel comfortable spending time admiring it. One side effecct of Bob's wardrobe is his innumerable Cowboy shirts. He got booed by a security guard and taunted by a park ranger. It made me realize that not all cities are as accepting of other fans as others. Ironic that the City of Brotherly Love was definitely lacking in love.
Here we are in front of the elusive Independence Hall. I guess my inability to see the interior means that at some point in the future, I can force the kids and Bob to go back and share the historic locale with my nearest and dearest.
Finally, a sunny day for a ball game! Of all the parks, I liked Philly the best - probably because it was most like the Rangers (although it was PACKED with fans and it was Irish Heritage night rather than Hispanic Heritage night). I had trouble finding souvenirs and spent a good portion of the game searching them out. It was the only game we saw where the home team won. I decided to go with the locals and had crabfries (sadly it was only crab boil and not real crabs). They were good, but around midnight, I regretted choosing french fries for dinner as I was pretty hungry. Bob and I had a great time just being together. We missed the kids, and I was definitely ready to see them. Coming home was pretty cool. The boys were very excited to see us, and we were ecstatic to see them. Overall, my first baseball trip was pretty fun, but both Bob and I were wishing we were watching our Rangers at all those games.

1 comment:

  1. Your trip sounds wonderful! You narrated it very well. Thanks for putting in the food narratives because that is what I want to hear - eating is half the fun of traveling (in my opinion). Now, if I were you, I'd choose something very girly for your next vacation - fashion week in NY, maybe a cooking class - or something like that because once those handsome young men of yours get a little bigger, it will be nothing but boy stuff on vacation:) Take Care!