Weekend Recap: Over the Bridge
New York City may be a melting pot of myriad cultural and socioeconomic backgrounds, but in the morning, there are only two types of people on the train–locals and tourists. To spot a local, look for dark clothing, IPOD-filled ears, and heavy eyes at half-mast. A local is either fully upright reading a book or free paper, or two seconds away from a full REM cycle, his head bobbing and jerking violently as the train stops and starts.
Tourists travel in pairs or groups, giggle and smile, and snap pictures at every station stop. They wear sneakers and sunglasses and appear completely alert and ready to tackle the day ahead. You will never mistake a tourist for a local, or vice-versa. I’ve never seen a tourist doing “the nod” or heard a local chatting excitedly about the wonders of Times Square while trying to read a subway map.
Because my exit for work is at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge, I often find myself feeling quite jealous of the tourists on my morning train. Not just because they’re on vacation, but because I haven’t walked the historic bridge in 10 years.
That changed on Saturday, which turned out to be one of the prettiest days of the year here in NYC. Parts of the bridge were undergoing repairs, and there were little yellow markers for night traffic. Like everything else in the city, they fell prey to a vicious graffiti attack.
We stopped to take our own picture against the backdrop of the city.
If anyone is looking to make some extra spending cash, I highly recommend learning how to make mango roses. This chick made a killing that day.
I was really hoping I could get a view of Lady Liberty in the background so I could superimpose this as her torch. No such luck. I was also hoping the lady who sold us this could have supplied us with more than one napkin. There’s a reason we didn’t stop to take any more pictures after eating this.
“Now you’re in New York. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of…”(Does this sentence not make sense to anyone else? I mean, I dig the sentiment and all, but seriously. No sense.)
My feet hurt and I have mango all over my face. Toodles!