JFK airport has a wonderful 60's architectural vibe.
It felt a little like a school field trip to someplace important, with
the wonder and relaxed anticipation of a high school kid just at bay.
We grabbed a private car from a shady guy who overcharged us out the
ass. We both privately thought he might try to drive us out into the
middle of nowhere and rob/kill us, and we later learned that we both
tend to quietly concoct elaborate contingency plans when we feel as
though our lives may inexplicably be in danger at any moment - silent
action sequences playing out in our mind where we must deftly subdue
some would-be danger/attacker or die in the attempt. |
| After arriving at our 2-room hotel suite at the wonderful Milburne Hotel
around 2am, we settled in, I erected a shrine of sorts, and we went for
a bite to eat and learned that first of many enriching lessons about New
York - New Yorkers don't say hello to each other on the street, and look
at you like you're a jerkoff when you do. We didn't mind, but we pick
up quick. They seemed to love to go about their business, which suited
us perfectly. |
| The hotel had no room service, but a place called Big Nick's down the
street would deliver to your room and kicked the ass of any room service
I've ever had - their near-endless menu enticed me with promises of some
unstoppable edible Thing called the Sumo Burger, but it would wait for
some days before meeting me face to face. On the next block in the other
direction was a grocery store with an apparently famous Cheese Cave and
a sign on the door that said the manager was insane and might kill you
if you did something disrespectful. We took it to heart, and made our
way around the city, with me stickering and Mike taking too many photos
of Subway cars. |
