On the Road: DC 2 NY

I apologize for the lack of photographic description here. And hope my words suffice.

I took the blog on the road this weekend. Wood and I took DC 2 NY: a very nice $40 round trip bus from Washington to New York City. As a newbie to the drive, I was happy to find that yes, they do play Bruce Springsteen at the rest stops along the New Jersey Turnpike. From New Jersey we caught a glimmer of two skylines blending against eachother: Newark and New York.

As we debused near Penn Station and took our roller bags down 34th Street toward The Marcel (24th @ 3rd Ave.), the harried rushing-to-get-ready-for-our-trip gave way to the realization that we had arrived in the city of tall, tall buildings, the city that never sleeps, the city of dreams. The sun shined on us, warming us on a cold winter day in mid-February, blessing us with the sense that anything is possible, the world is our oyster... but that is just the effect that New York has.

We arrive at our hotel, the very hipster The Marcel. (Right now I am enjoying the complimentary wine and cheese hour and the free Internet). Room 911. Certainly you understand the significance of this only a few miles from ground zero. Not that it could ever be an ordinary weekend in New York, but now we have the spectre of something quite unusual hanging over us. By the way, the rooms are very 21st century: flat-screened, iPoded and retromodernized up the yin-yan. Me-likey. (Even the free Internet defaulted to French. Tres chic!)

After 7am oatmeal and mid-day box of granola bars, the afternoon was dedicated to getting food. Our first meal was a bit of a waste, but since our needs were so basic, perhaps this is why it presented itself as mediocre. (Chat and Chew near Union Square.) Fortunately, the company and ambiance was interesting enough.

Stay tuned.