Today was a long day. I got to the office a little before 9am and didn’t leave until almost 7pm. When I left for the day I began my NYC ritual of walking around somewhere new until I find a place to eat.
Today I found the lower east side. There was nothing there. NOTHING. Maybe I was just not finding the right streets, but I really found nothing to eat. To make it worse it was raining lightly.
Somehow I ended up a very long way from my hotel, soaking wet, and unfed. I bought a tshirt, and umbrella, and I hopped on the train. I was headed back to the hotel dejected, hungry, and uncomfortable.
When I got off the subway it took me a couple of blocks to get my bearings. That is when I found a pizza spot that I didn’t know what there. It was a place that I have walked by easily 20 time in the past month.
After eating a slice of pie I made it to my room just in time to watch The Sopranos. Now I am exhausted.
