I met up with goodcow today in New York. We talked about where we'd go before I travelled into the city. As the weather was awful, it allowed us to keep indoors as much as possible.
Our initial plan involved four or five destinations:
1. Nintendo Store at Rockerfeller Center, for a Duck Hunt t-shirt. We meet at Port Authority and walk there.
2. Yellow Rat Bastard clothing. We would take the subway to the first store Google Maps showed.
3. Gamestop/EB. We'd travel to find a game for Phil, which'd recently gone down in price.
4. Upright Citizens Brigade for evening comedy. We'd take the Long Island railroad to go to Penn Station, and walk from there.
So we meet up at Port Authority at about 2 and walk to Rockerfeller Center, and cannot find the Nintendo store at all. We're walking in circles and getting soaked, and can't leech any internet connection to find the exact address out (Phil had his Mac-laptop-thing with him).
Already, the day was becoming spontaneous, and I enjoy chaos. I don't know how Phil felt, but I don't think he was as happy.
So we walk towards a store affixed to the subway station, and kind of give up on the Nintendo store for a while. We both look at interesting organic drinks and go to pay for them. Phil's drink costed $3.25 and his face was one of disgust at the fee. I put my drink back on the shelf. Continuing down a path in the subway station, we found a map of the area, and charged to the Nintendo store. I got my shirt, Phil tried New Super Mario Brothers and we both were tempted by pretty things, but managed to stop ourselves from acquiring them.
So, next step - Yellow Rat Bastard. I've been there before, but wasn't sure of its location. So, I took the logical step of using Google Maps, which shows where the store is. However, I didn't notice the part that said there were another 50+ places with YRB clothing. So, when you see where the other stores are, you realise just how far out of the way we travelled, for a store I've never been to, and we couldn't find in the rain. Instead, we walked around Queens - a borough I've never been to - and I got to see how stupid White Castle hamburgers are. I bought one, and it was tiny. The size of a postage stamp tiny. And I paid nearly a dollar for that? And they put ketchup on it, so I couldn't eat it. I wasn't considering heading back to them any time soon. We also went into a local mall and I went into my first Target.
So, the plan was jeans. Instead, we're in Target taking photos of how many toilet rolls they have, and Phil finds the peach tea he paid $3.25 for earlier, in a 4-pack for $4. He was fuming again at how badly he got ripped off initially. He bought the pack, partially to knock the price per drink down to a more respectable level. I bought a drink too, and we head to the next destination, to Gamestop and EB for Phil's game.
We go into Gamestop first. They have the game. It's at the reduced price he wanted. But it was a display box - meaning, it wasn't sealed. There was a sticker on there. It wasn't new new, as it'd been touched. Phil didn't want this one first, so we went to EB. And the game wasn't to be seen there. We walk back to Gamestop where Phil hmms about the box and asks for one without a sticker on, because the sticker will be a nightmare to take off. The clerk removes it without a flaw left on the box. And Phil is on the verge of buying the game now, until he checks the disc. Thumbprints and light scratches, from an insensitive clerk throwing the game into a cardboard cover. It was the slightest damage, but it was enough for Phil to not buy it. I never knew Phil was such a perfectionist. He'd be shocked at the quality of the discs I live with, when I buy my used games.
So, next was the Long Island Railroad. A $4.25 ticket, and the train's coming real soon. To rush things through, I decide to use cash, but only find a $20 in my wallet. Ah well, that'll give me change, at least. I forgot the machine gives dollar coins for change, and it rattles away like crazy, popping dollar coins at me for a good minute. Picking up and hoarding all the coins reminded me of being in England. I did curse when I threw the money into my pocket, to find a $5 bill was actually in my pocket all along.
And we get to the Upright Citizens Brigade for two new shows. The first was awfully bland, and the people in the crowd were only laughing when they sensed they were meant to, rather than because it was funny. It was a rather infantile performance, though - jokes about cum and shaved pussies and stereotypes about foreigners being dim. The second act was a lot better, and was called The Iron Sheikh & Friends: a group of non-WASP superheroes, fighting against bad guys including The Marginaliser and the Texas Pimp. This one had stereotypes about groups of people too, but at least everyone was getting picked on this time. Also, it was a show that was so ridiculous and farcical it was funny. I'd definitely watch that show again. Also, for those who don't know, you can get a wireless internet connection in the UCB building - the connection's name is SkyLab. I like that.
We parted company after walking up to Port Authority, and I can say I thoroughly enjoyed the day, despite failing so miserably on so many aspects of the day. Despite Phil liking to plan things, the day always gets more entertaining when we do something we had no intention of doing. The last time something like this happened, we took an abandoned children's lime green toy truck hostage, took it with us on the subway and on a bus, and demolished it in Central Park by trying to drive it down steep hills.
As for what I'm doing when I wake up later, I don't know. Maybe Garden State Plaza. Depends on if I can find someone who wants to go somewhere. I'm certainly not sitting around after a day like this. More adventure is needed, and I hope I can find someone to share it with.