My NYC Trip

So now that I am back and remembered that I have this blog that nobody checks I said ahhh let's write a post about my trip. Figure it will kill some time before lunch. So here we go.

So there I was...

Woke up around 5-5:30 Monday morning and headed to lovely Lowville, NY to pick up my buddy Tom. Not only is the trip from my place to Lowville in my opinion one of the most boring trips ever, doing it after opening Sunday of football after several beer's does not make it any better. After changing my radio station 1,005 times I finally arrived and took a leak petted a cat and hopped back into a car. Next stop Poughkeepsie.

After a couple of pit stops and about 4+ hours of driving we hit Poughkeepsie. Talked it up with the ticket guy who used to live in Pittsburgh and saw Clemente throw out a guy on a one hop from the outfield at first. Best play he has ever seen in baseball. Took another quick leak and on the train for a lovely 2 hours train ride to grand central.

Nothing exciting happened on the train so no need to talk about that. Made it to grand central got out and got some cell phone service and called up my buddy McLaughlin and he met up with us to show us the city. There just so happened to be a bar across the rode so to McFadden's we went. Had some delicious Smithwicks and some bar chips.I then was hit on by one of the owners who was some like 60 year old dude. Me getting hit on in the city +1. We then headed down to a bar called Jameson's that had a bartender from Slovakia. Had some more Smithwick's and a Jameson sandwich. It was a good chicken sandwich loaded with vegetables and bbq sauce. Homemade fries were good as well. Pretty sure the bartender was hitting on me again through her think accent. Me getting hit on in the city +2. After that we headed to another bar in trying to make our way to the Mets vs Pirates game. We stopped at another bar but can't exactly remember the name, I just know we had some Yuengling this time. Waiter was definitely gay but did not hit on me. Not a bad thing. Me getting hit on in the city +2.

We then headed to catch the subway to the ball game. Met up with another old friend and headed to the game. Nothing else really exciting happened on those lovely train rides so I'll move on.

We get to the park excited about getting in and getting my name on the scoreboard. I go to will call like I was told to do, yeah no tickets there waiting for me. Make a couple calls yeah no luck. Feeling like an ass I get pissed. I get into ticket services and tell them the situation about how I had tickets waiting for me because I am awesome and donated to Coaches Vs Cancer to get them, I drove 10 hours to get here, next thing you know we are directed to go to another section for our tickets. So we head there get patted down, get our ticket's BOOM, VIP status bitches.

We have our own private bar, bathrooms, restaurants (i was told we didn't eat) it was amazing scene. TV's everywhere. All this before we actually get to see our seat's. 11 row's off the field behind home plate. I feel important. So we head back up to the VIP area and grab some beers. Come to find out 7.50 a beer, a big reason I hate city life. Game was pretty good the amount of beer we drank was pretty expensive. Met's won in 10 in a walk-off hit so good for the home team, bad for the guy walking around in his Pirates hat and Pirates shirt.


So we catch another train or two and head back into some part of the city. Sorry for the lack of details but I have no clue about navigating the city. We ended up going to McLaughlins bar and had some beers and shots and finished watching some football. Little weird crowd there was kind of private party. I am not going to judge the people or say to much but I am pretty sure they did not love women. I am going to say me getting hit on in city is up to like +7 because of that party.

2:30ish rolls around I have been up for about 23 hours I'm beat. I decided to hear up to McLaughlins and pass out knowing we had to get up early and start the trek home. McLaughlin and Tom decide to hit up another bar. They went out and played some pool drank some beers played the guitar and sang with each other. I swear they were not part of the private part but a nice bromance date I guess. I get up at 7 try to wake Tom up and him and McLaughlin are dead to the world. So I hang out with the dog and cat for a bit and try again. I finally get Tom up he is out of it and looks awful. No glasses on his face. I say Tom where the hell are your glasses we have to go. I dunno dude. So I'm like whatever I go and take a leak and by my foot I see his glasses on the floor, next to the toilet, around a toilet plunger. Nasty. He puts em right on and we bounce. We finally catch a cab somehow and make it to the train and start the long venture home. After Tom wakes up from sleeping the whole train ride we get talking and come to find out my friends puked a lot. Tom apparently destroyed McLaughlin's bar's bathroom. He says sorry man. McLaughlin puked all over the street. Pretty sure Tom puked again at McLaughlin's house. He finally changed his puke covered shirt half way home just for the record. Made it home about 5:30 played some Madden and man did my bed feel nice.


All in all it was nice to see the game, nice to see old friends and nice to be home. City life isn't for me but I guess the country life isn't for everyone either.


The End