Thursday, March 02, 2006

(new york) the obvious joke would be about 'the city that never sleeps'

I'm in New York City for a conference. I have been sufficiently caught up in other things the last few days that the fact that the conference was in NYC was a matter of only incidental contemplation. Then, I step out of Penn Station and realize: I'm in New York! I can't believe I didn't bring my camera.

I'm staying in a room that is on the ground floor of the corner of 121st and Broadway. The front desk had earplugs. They helped somewhat, although I still probably got only like three hours of sleep, tops.

6 comments:

Tom Volscho said...

Don't forget to get a good slice of pepperoni pizza from a small pizzeria while you are there!

eszter said...

You went on a trip without your camera?! That is shameful! Your Flickr account should be revoked!

Oscar Madison said...

121st and Broadway? You're right around the corner from the Cotton Club! Of Cotton Club fame.

Winston said...

I once stayed for a week in a 3rd floor corner room of a hotel just a block or two off Times Square. With the constant sirens and horns honking and hookers with their several johns each night in adjacent rooms, little sleep except artificially induced. Think Jack Daniels. Or a nice triple-malt Scotch...

Anonymous said...

Booze. Yeah. Knocks you out but then it wakes you up a couple of hours later. Stick to the plugs (who booked you into that place anyway?).

brady said...

Up a few hours later?!? Amateur.

Booze, when properly applied, can be used to ensure a restful fourteen hours of sleep, be it in a bed or a bathtub, on a floor, or just in a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

All earplugs have ever done for me is to make me panic when I wake up in the morning after having gone to a show and forgotten to take them out, thinking of course that I've finally gone deaf after years of punishing stage volume.