Hot Child in the City

Day Twenty-Six

Alas, I am a day behind. My computer's gone a bit nuts on me. For some reason it deleted all my favorites and Internet preferences, so I've been spending all my computer time fixing all that again.

Wednesday... what did I do Wednesday? Oh yes! Wednesday was the day I visited NYU and then walked around the Village for 5 hours!

New York University Law School is my dream - my obsession. Even though there's not even a shot in hell of me getting in, I allow myself to wallow in my own delusion. To feed the frenzy, I went and visited the "campus" - and I use the term very, very loosely.

I was actually kind of disappointed. The visitors' center at the law school was closed, so I couldn't get so much as a map of the damn place. Luckily, I had written down a few key locations before leaving the apartment, so I was able to check out of a few of the places. However, with no visitor's center, I was unable to get a visitor's pass, which meant I couldn't go any further than the entrance to most of the buildings.

I was amazed at how spread apart all the buildings are. I thought they'd be at least in the same area. I guess the law school buildings are all together, but the school is just sprawled out over blocks and blocks and blocks of the city. My favorite building, of course, was the old Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. I've always been fascinated by the story, and the building is now owned by the school. I think they use it for lab space. It was just neat to be able to get an idea of why the fire turned into such a disaster.

After I visited all the law school buildings and the bookstores, I picked a direction and went with it. I knew the confines of what defined the Village, and I was pretty successful staying within them. There were some pretty cool stores, but I didn't buy much. The thrift stores were REALLY picked over, but I managed to find a NYU Law ringer tee at one and a really cool bag at another. There were also a TON of shoe stores, but not a single pair even came close to being as perfect as the most perfect shoes in the world. I did find one pair that was just completely beautiful, but they were green, had HUGE heels and were $400. Considering I was looking for brown flats, that seemed like a bit much to spend.

Elke met me down there after her classes, which are really close. We headed off in the direction of one of the two Miss Sixty stores in the city so that I could finally buy my shoes. Of course, there was no store - it had closed. So then we had to walk down to the OTHER store, which wasn't too far away, but it still sucked. Then, when we got to that store, they informed us that my perfect, beautiful shoes were sold out and they wouldn't be getting anymore in because they were now stocking for fall. I was very, very sad.

We wandered around for a bit more, but I soon realized that I hadn't actually sat down for over five hours. Instead, I had been walking at a rather rapid pace, trying to see as much of the Village as possible. Also, all I'd had to eat was the sandwich I ate on my way out, so I was both tired AND starving.

We kept walking along Broadway, but found NOTHING - we were definitely in a shopper's haven, but there wasn't much there for two starving shoppers. Finally we found a Mexican restaurant, Gonzalez y Gonzalez, that was really tacky looking but hey, it was food and that's all that mattered at that point.

We should have known better. The service was TERRIBLE. Now, most service in New York City is awful, but this woman made even me look like a good waitress (I'm pretty forgetful). My meal turned out to be so spicy I could barely eat it, even though she told me she'd request that it not be. Elke's meal had this gross sauce on her meal that looked like poop that had melted in the sun and pretty much tasted accordingly. So we ate all the nachos and I left our sorry-ass waitress a 50 cent tip - I figured it was a more effective "fuck you" than not tipping her at all, because then she could pretend I forgot or something.

After that we just headed home. Elke needed to eat something that wasn't covered in poop but didn't want to spend more money on food and I was still really tired from my day.

posted by Megan @ 5:33 PM