New Jersey is the Armpit of the USA
So, I could do this in one gigantic mega-post. Or break it up into sections and make it easier to read/write. Considering I still have to run a few errands before I call it a lifetime here in Upstate New York, I'm going to break them up.
So here the story goes, we went to the old Yankee Stadium a bunch. We went every year from 97-00 and then we took the act on the road, we visited Fenway Park (in Boston, aka enemy territory) in '01 decked out in Yankees gear. It was still a good time, besides the stepdude deviating from the directions we had and getting us lost. Oh, did I mention on the way home we somehow ended up at the border for MAINE?!? WRONG DIRECTION.
Then in '03 we went up to Toronto for a game.
We haven't been to a game since. We were trying to get tickets last summer before they tore the old stadium down, but ticket prices were absurd. So last week we started looking for tickets to go this weekend. I found them and got approval from the credit card holders and we shelled out just a little over a grand for 4 tickets on the first base line.
The only thing left was to book a hotel. Me being as indecisive as I am, didn't book anything but left options for my parents and what do they do, choose none of them. So instead, they booked a place in New Jersey. Not even close to the GW Bridge or the rest of the city, we were a good half hour away.
You say, a half hour, that's not much at all. But then, you've never been in a vehicle with my stepdad driving. It's like torture because he has no build to anger when he's driving. Especially when he doesn't know where he's going; he never does.
So I'm trying to give him directions and my mother insists on reading off every sign on the road and generally just confuses the fuck out of him because we don't need to know where the fuck the signs lead us to, we already have a place to go!
Anyway, getting to the hotel wasn't too much of a bugaboo but we left the house around 9:30 and arrived around 1:30 (that's pretty good time) and had the whole day to waste.We I wanted to spend the day in NYC so me and my brother convinced them too.
He's not cut out for city driving. People cutting other people off, traffic in stand-stills. He was going mental. My mother was acting like we were on a roller coaster, holding her breath and complaining about EVERYONE EVERYWHERE and the way they were driving.
We hit 42nd and headed into the heart of Manhattan, not listening to advice to find a place to park and walk a few blocks, we ended up halfway through the city (no parking garages in sight because they didn't want to get off 42nd) so finally I tell him to pull a U-turn and we head back towards the center of all the riff raff and we find a parking garage...
nobody was having any fun, we were hungry, we were tired, and there was a shitload of cops all over.
More to come (with pictures, lots of pictures)... Hard Rock & Times Square, New York's Obsession, Fireworks on the River, Yankee Stadium, Legends, Hybrids and Ethnicity Study [a family discussion gone wrong]
So here the story goes, we went to the old Yankee Stadium a bunch. We went every year from 97-00 and then we took the act on the road, we visited Fenway Park (in Boston, aka enemy territory) in '01 decked out in Yankees gear. It was still a good time, besides the stepdude deviating from the directions we had and getting us lost. Oh, did I mention on the way home we somehow ended up at the border for MAINE?!? WRONG DIRECTION.
Then in '03 we went up to Toronto for a game.
We haven't been to a game since. We were trying to get tickets last summer before they tore the old stadium down, but ticket prices were absurd. So last week we started looking for tickets to go this weekend. I found them and got approval from the credit card holders and we shelled out just a little over a grand for 4 tickets on the first base line.
The only thing left was to book a hotel. Me being as indecisive as I am, didn't book anything but left options for my parents and what do they do, choose none of them. So instead, they booked a place in New Jersey. Not even close to the GW Bridge or the rest of the city, we were a good half hour away.
You say, a half hour, that's not much at all. But then, you've never been in a vehicle with my stepdad driving. It's like torture because he has no build to anger when he's driving. Especially when he doesn't know where he's going; he never does.
So I'm trying to give him directions and my mother insists on reading off every sign on the road and generally just confuses the fuck out of him because we don't need to know where the fuck the signs lead us to, we already have a place to go!
Anyway, getting to the hotel wasn't too much of a bugaboo but we left the house around 9:30 and arrived around 1:30 (that's pretty good time) and had the whole day to waste.
He's not cut out for city driving. People cutting other people off, traffic in stand-stills. He was going mental. My mother was acting like we were on a roller coaster, holding her breath and complaining about EVERYONE EVERYWHERE and the way they were driving.
We hit 42nd and headed into the heart of Manhattan, not listening to advice to find a place to park and walk a few blocks, we ended up halfway through the city (no parking garages in sight because they didn't want to get off 42nd) so finally I tell him to pull a U-turn and we head back towards the center of all the riff raff and we find a parking garage...
nobody was having any fun, we were hungry, we were tired, and there was a shitload of cops all over.
More to come (with pictures, lots of pictures)... Hard Rock & Times Square, New York's Obsession, Fireworks on the River, Yankee Stadium, Legends, Hybrids and Ethnicity Study [a family discussion gone wrong]
posted by Mike at 1:58 PM
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