Drinks in NYC with MIchael Jackson

I can scarcely believe I’ve already been in New York three and half days. Hence the lack of blogging – this is the city that never sleeps.

Day one I arrived in the late afternoon to the loft on Broadway in Tribeca (triangle below canal street, is what it stands for), and met my Airbnb host C and her good friend M. C is a quintessential New Yorker, full-on, bossy (in the nicest possible way) and always offering helpful suggestions about the best places to go.

After three and a bit days in New York a summary of my observations are thus:
• The world’s concentration of good-looking men of all ages have been scouped up from around the globe and transplanted to one rather small island, Manhattan
• New Yorkers are friendly and helpful
• I am a novelty and I love it, I have a quote, ‘cute accent’ and am ‘super sweet’
• Every airbnb host is a little bit nuts in the nicest possible way.
• I can see why they sell so many ‘I heart NY’ t-shirts and it’s not because you can buy them for the bargain price of $2.99 in Times Square.

My first night in NYC, C directed to me to a great Mexican in Tribeca where I had a fabulous meal of black eyed peas and chicken washed down with lashings of good’n’strong white Sangria and the fabulous gossip of the young kids that worked at Louis Vuitton who were sitting at the next table.

From there I zig-zagged through the neighbourhood accidentally stumbling into Grenwich Village and a little cocktail bar in Commerce Street for a Strawberry Julep. I am quickly discovering New Yorkers are a friendly bunch, and soon started chatting to none other than a white Michael Jackson and his friend who was from Brooklyn and wholesaled flowers.

New Yorkers are impressed that anyone would travel so far to visit them and as you might expect, aren’t sure that anything exists beyond Sydney – and they like to be reassured they are nice people.

I wandered back to Tribeca in late Friday evening not the slightest bit concerned for my safety. Fortitude Valley is more dangerous late at night than downtown NYC in my opinion. On my way back I stumbled across N.Moore Street which I took as a very good omen for the remainder of my trip in the big apple.