Manhattan 2005, part 3By Wade Kwon
SoHo, SoBro, mofo
Iâ€™m off another retail errand or two, so itâ€™s into the bowels of the subway system. Iâ€™m not sure Iâ€™ve ever taken the subway here (though Iâ€™ve taken plenty of other places, so no biggie). All I really need for the ride is a New York Times, which, ironically for me, is somewhat difficult to get.
I never seem to have enough change, and for some reason, I keep missing the zillion newsstands. But it shouldnâ€™t be hard to get one in giant tunnel area beneath Rockefeller Plaza.
So I get my Metrocard (a 7-day pass, which is probably overkill), and wander for a paper. Thereâ€™s a Krispy Kreme, a coffee shop, a drug store, a boutique. Weird — if youâ€™re always taking the subway, I guess you could end up getting your wardrobe replacements underground.
But no paper.
After much searching, I find a newsstand. As I head back to the platform, I see a small one just off the main tunnel. Dammit.
It is even hotter waiting for the train, which isnâ€™t surprising. Weâ€™re underground, thereâ€™s no circulation, and itâ€™s 90 degrees up top.
Back on the street in Lower Manhattan, I wander around, heading past a row of restaurant equipment/supply shops (with signage in various languages, mind you). Somehow, I stumble into SoHo, on the right street, headed for the Apple store.
All I need are those little rubber pads that go under the laptop. The shipping is a ripoff, so hey, why not fly to New York, buy a $24 subway pass, walk 10 blocks to save six bucks.
The store is packed. Everyone is on a laptop or an iMac or a G5. Upstairs, at the so-called Genius Bar, the plasma screen says the next available appointment is 7:30 p.m., in seven hours. Oh good God.
I wait in line and tell the staffer what I need. â€œOh, we only do the replacement here, we donâ€™t sell the kit.â€ â€œBut I just want the kit.â€
Crap. I didnâ€™t bring my laptop, and I sure as hell ainâ€™t gonna wait on it.
I wouldâ€™ve bought all of you Shuffles, but I was too pissed.
Getting into the heart of SoHo, I found some quaint boutiques known only locally: Ann Taylor, Leviâ€™s, Banana Republic. Just like the fine cuisine around Times Square: Benniganâ€™s, TGIFridayâ€™s, Applebeeâ€™s.
I did find a lovely stationery shop, along with another Fossil store. But Iâ€™m pleased I managed to avoid temptation. What good is living in New York if you blow it all on hats?
Trying it out
Back in the newsroom, Iâ€™m ready for my first evaluation. Itâ€™s reasonably painless, though I woulda shoulda coulda. No matter, on to the three stories for tonightâ€™s tryout.
Again, things are humming along. Itâ€™ll be interesting to see how they play the Scrushy case.
Really, all I want is some ice cream. Specifically, Ben and Jerryâ€™s about two doors down.
Instead, I settle for trail mix and a candy bar. As I wrap for the night (early again, but hopefully not a bad sign), the two guys running the desk invite me out for lunch tomorrow. Drat. Looks like Iâ€™ll have to postpone MOMA till Friday.
But another chance to talk about me and the Times and the sky so blue.
The ride home
I walk back a different way. I want a steak.
I check the menus at several places, ignoring the Zagat scores.
One place catches my eye, doing brisk business for the after-show crowd. I place my order and sit at the bar. If it werenâ€™t a tryout, if it werenâ€™t the end of a shift, if I werenâ€™t in a suit and tie, Iâ€™d eat and out and drink and watch the world go by. As it is, Iâ€™m content to grab my to-go bag, dress down, cool off and watch â€œThe Daily Showâ€ in a dim living room with the A/C window unit grinding away.
So much to do, and yet, itâ€™s halfway done. If not this trip, then next we meet.