I am not a fan of traveling, but Iâ€™ve been on the road a lot lately. Three trips to Boston in the last year, one for each of the major games that are being developed there (BioShock, Rock Band, and Fallout 3). I was in Vegas for CES, in Seattle for Left 4 Dead, Atlanta and Raleigh for cosplay shenanigans, and in NYC today for another assignment.
Iâ€™m kind of flight fatigued, but for the chance to go back to New Yorkâ€¦you wonâ€™t hear me complain. New York is special.
When I landed it was cold, with snow on the ground from a few days prior. I couldnâ€™t wait to touch it. I checked into the hotel early, crashed for a few hours from the red eye, then walked from East 31st to Bleeker. It was heaven. I just miss walking through the city, and I realize itâ€™s something most people who visit donâ€™t do. They take cabs. I was going to take the subway, but I realized, dammit, I miss this place. I want to look around.
Guitar Worldâ€™s old offices were at 23rd and 5th, right in front of the Flatiron, and Iâ€™d walked from there to Penn Station and back every day for six months before I moved to Brooklyn. Iâ€™d also walked down to Union Square for lunch and action figure runs plenty of times. Walking 30 or so blocks wasâ€¦thrilling. Hell, I stopped for a slice of yes-America-this-is-what-itâ€™s-supposed-to-look-and-taste-like pizza and still got there 10 minutes ahead of my appointment time.
I managed to sneak in a visit with my parents at Penn Station after I was done with business. They hopped on a commuter train from New Jersey and we had dinner at Houlihanâ€™s, right there under the Garden. I never know how itâ€™s going to go but this went great. It was the first time Iâ€™d seen them face to face in five yearsâ€¦and that was a weird sneak-it-in-on-another-trip too, when our travel schedules overlapped uncomfortably in San Diego. This time it was a lot better. No dicey topics, no fights, no problem.
I overslept by more than an hour this morning, which caused me no small panic as I fled to the airport (I still got there an hour early, just unshowered and unshaven â€“ thank you, deoderant), but Iâ€™m taking the lack of desire to leave as a sign by my subconscious. Also, an advisory not to buy the hotelâ€™s alarm clock for my own home. And a reminder not to play Professor Layton so long into the night next trip.
New York is awesome, but itâ€™s also fickle. I searched the local souvenir shops for some evidence of the Knicks, who are currently in the middle of their season, languishing at the bottom of the standings. Couldnâ€™t find so much as a logo. (Even the Super Bowl champion â€œNew Yorkâ€ Giants are already over; apparently; the townâ€™s sports souvenirs start and end the almighty fucking Yankees.) I did, however, find a Ghostbusters t-shirt, which hasnâ€™t been in theaters since 1988.
Maybe the Knicks should fire Isiah and hire Egon.