I know New York. I need New York. I know I need unique New York.
“Hello, poor people!” cried Alan Cumming as the MC, waving his hand at us all the way up in our balcony seats.”This can’t be much fun for you.” We chuckled and we were actually having much fun, but being in New York on a budget can sometimes feel like you’re missing something.
During a long weekend in the big apple I must admit that I thought how nice it would be to be rich in NYC.
Having spent my entire budget on somewhere to sleep (and ok, fine, a ticket to Sleep No More- just things related to sleep then), I decided that in New York, like everywhere else, the best things in life should be (and are often if you open your eyes) free.
It helped that I was there because I had $25 Cabaret tickets (Roundabout Theatre has cheap tickets reserved for people under 35 at each performance) and to meet up with this guy I like.
I resisted a cashmere sweater with an elephant holding a pink ball with its trunk and didn’t even set foot into the Kate Spade stationery store.
Instead, I watched couples kiss and practice a few shy dance steps in Grand Central Station while I waited for my Baltimore boy to arrive.
Instead, we walked in the rain and avoided rats in Central Park.
We riffled through antique shops in Chelsea and Williamsburg and window shopped at my new favourite (or only favourite) jewellery store, Adorned by Love in Nolita (I thought we were in SoHo).
We found cheap breakfasts and had falafel in the park, splurged on coffees and walked until our feet fell off.
I love New York. I need new York. Know I need unique New York.