Wednesday morning John and i awoke at the butcrack before dawn- 4:30 to be exact, so we could catch a 7:30 flight to NYC. Neither of us operate well at that time, but we managed to make it on time- even with time to spare.
I don't know what it is about the TSA agents in SF vs other cities, but they are clearly trained to be rude, and generally unpleasant.
We arrived at the very reasonable hour of 4:30 p.m. and hopped the newish air train to Jamaica station and then to the C train to the upper West Side, where my cousins live in a (NYC large) 3 bdr apt/ co-op.
After exchanging pleasantries, John and I headed out to the concrete jungle. We dined at a Turkish restaurant (a bit Greek, a bit a bit Mediterranean, all Turkish and delicious).
We headed down to the West Village to hear jazz. We stopped at the Fat Cat and heard an outstanding jazz band. Our friend Willard met us there, introduced us to the band, and then at about 1 a.m. we walked over to he Zinc Bar to hear a Brazilian guitar player. Willard knows everyone- we got in for free.
Around 2 a.m. it was time to head uptown and hit the sack! (not really so late- 11 p.m. our time)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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