We were actually prevented from getting near enough to Times Square in order to see the ball drop. We got off at 42nd street at approximately 7pm - we should have been there about 7 hours earlier in order to get in the crowd. The NYPD kept pushing us farther and farther north. First it was
"Go to 50th Street"
Then when we got to 49th it was
"Go to 54th Street"
And so on, all the while the police continued to block off streets just as we arrived. Our Hotel was on 57th and when they told us to go up to 60th we began to run, made it to cross back over and head down Broadway but the officers stopped us at 59th & Broadway and suddenly penned us off so we couldn't even simply stand where we were. All this is and weather in the mid 30's...
Needless to say we watched the ball drop elsewhere, on a TV screen.
I did get a chance to go to the world renowned and expansive Metropolitan Museum of Art.
pic from atomicana.com
We also got to stroll through Central Park
found on F that S
We also did the whole Times Square thing yesterday. We even saw a Broadway show, I'm reluctant to say which one.
One word to the wise though, if you can put your hands on the Village Voice while you're there - do it. I was a little weak-willed after our concierge's refreshing politeness (compared to every other New Yorker's rudeness and/or disinterest) coupled with my wife saying "please" about 50 times, cost me a pretty penny. I read in the Voice earlier that tickets were on sale at the box office for considerably less than what the concierge was offering them for. I asked her about this and she informed me that they do put a 'surcharge' on their tickets. The 50th "please" from my wife convinced me to buy them at the overcharged rate anyway.
Overall it was a great trip with the exception of the concierge scam (the surcharge for both tickets would've easily paid for 3 decent meals for the two of us in NYC) and a crazy Italian lady who was sitting next to me, texting friends during the Broadway show and kept yelling "can we share?" (referring to the armrest) as she poked her elbow into me while I struggled to keep my personal space in the tiny theatre seats.
On the 2nd day I was all excited to move there but, by this morning I was kinda of done with perpetually angry, rude & impatient New Yorkers. Ah slightly boring Cow-town, C.O., C-bus how I like you ... like a brother.