Pride in NYCJuly 2, 2008
My soon-to-be husband and I spent the weekend in New York City to celebrate Pride and visit with some very dear Internet friends. It was a simple trip from here: straight across Pennsylvania on the turnpike, pick up a train at the station in Trenton NJ, arrive at Penn Station and take the subway to the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was a 7 hour trip which, I figure, is not bad considering that Google Maps says it should have taken 6 hours if we had driven the entire way. In a tip of the hat to the Village People, we stayed at the YMCA.
While we waited for my friend Daniel to teach a voice lesson, Scott and I bought a bottle of wine and headed to Central Park. We found a secluded spot where we were spied on by a squirrel. We decided to keep looking around and headed for Strawberry Fields. Scott took us off the path and we sat on a rock, finished the wine and watch people on the pathway. By the time we met up with Daniel, we were both feeling pretty good, and needed some food to help absorb the alcohol.
That evening we had dinner at the Metropolitan Museum and then strolled the many galleries before walking through Central Park to return to Daniel and Jonathan’s apartment for conversation and a little more wine.
Saturday started with breakfast at the farmer’s market in Lincoln Plaza, and as the subway station was right underneath us, we decided to head to Times Square. We walked around downtown Manhattan, did a few tourist things, like Rockefeller Center, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and even did some shopping in stores that we just don’t have at home. Eventually we made it to Grand Central Station where we hopped a subway uptown to the east side and hung out at the Guggenheim Museum. We took a brief detour to the Cooper-Hewitt Museum to look in the museum shop, then we headed back into Central Park.
Saturday evening was reserved for dinner with our Soulforce friends at Daniel and Jonathan’s apartment. The food was great, the conversation was lively, and Daniel and I performed a number for our friends.
Sunday morning found us back at the apartment for breakfast before heading downtown for the Pride Parade. This was our first time for Pride in NYC. We found a good spot in front of the library. We were shaded by a large tree and had a good view of the parade. Jenna’s enthusiasm at the parade was contagious. At times, she would cheer for something she saw and I’d laugh because I’d never think of cheering for such a thing, but why not? For instance, she loved this marcher’s sign:
Just a little over 2 hours after the parade started, it down-poured. We got soaked and eventually went to the portico of the library. We took our shirts off, wrung them out and tried to stay dry. In time, the sun came out again and we continued watching the procession until the very end, a total of 4 hours.
We all returned to the apartment, changed into dry clothes and then it was time to say good-bye. Andy and Jenna needed to head back to Schenectady, Scott and I needed to begin our journey to PA. It was tough to leave our friends behind. Of course, we’ll all be together again in a few weeks at our wedding.