NYC first: I had a manicure. No, really.
I feel bad for the pristine and beautiful manicurist, sitting at her pristine and beautiful manicure station, near the end of the day, thinking pristine and beautiful manicurist thoughts, and suddenly she has to deal with grubby-hobo-me, smelling a little of beer and a little of three hours on a bicycle, strapping my bike helmet onto my rucksack, tracking mud over the floor and announcing that "I've never had a manicure. How does it work?". (I tipped well though, if that makes it ok.) It was an ok experience, but not especially interesting. I thought it'd be more fun than it was.
On a similar note, I biked across the Brooklyn Bridge today, and it was a bit of a let-down. Getting on to the bridge is tricky enough (it took three laps of the surrounding area, two sets of directions and hauling the bike up a flight of stairs), and once you're there it's just a bit steeper than you expect, and it has way too many people. There wasn't a lot of visibility today either, so it was mostly an exercise in cycling uphill, shouting "this is a bike path!" every ten seconds, and slowing down for groups of tourists looking through cameras at the city. (Of course it's not long at all
since I was one of them, but still, get out of the way, tourists!) Coming back was much more pleasant, across the quiet and relatively flat Manhattan Bridge.
Life has been so lazy recently, so I evicted myself from the apartment this morning, with strict instructions not to come back until it was 6pm or I'd done three new things.
So I cycled on the bridges, and also saw two of the Waterfalls
, a pretty cool art installation which is four 90-120 foot waterfalls set up around the east river. And I overheard a conversation that went like this:
"What are the waterfalls for?"
And then I went for a knish and a Katz's Ale for late lunch, mostly to reward myself for remembering how to get to Katz's, and I sat at the table with the "This is where Harry met Sally" sign. A bit silly, but there you go.
And then I bought arugula at the union square farmers market, from a man who was shouting "Why get rained on when you can get rained on with salad!". I didn't need any arugula, but it was a good slogan, and that sort of thing should be rewarded.
And then I was a block away from home, and I passed a manicure shop, and I thought it'd be a thing to do.
And now it's 8pm, and I don't know what happens next, but I hope it's something fun.Bike route