nyc: day14.

tonight i am writing from my bed, mariah sound asleep beside me, and noah and the whale as my soundtrack.  since arriving in the city, i have become somewhat of a night owl, choosing to blog before bed now, as opposed to blogging before the day begins.  perhaps i am adopting the ways of this ever awake city.

or maybe i would just rather sleep in.

anyway, day fourteen began early – the earliest, in fact – at 5:55am.  jordan, mariah, and myself groggily woke each other and prepared for the day long before the others.  julie andrews was guest starring on the view that morning, and we were determined to see her.  by 6:45, the three of us, along with kim, were zooming down the street in a bright yellow taxi, headed for the view’s studio.  when we arrived outside, there were only three others in line ahead of us – a darling young trio from australia – so our chances were looking pretty positive.

at eight o’clock, the view’s intern, stephanie – a sweet looking girl in a shiny purple coat – greeted the now much longer line and handed out our numbers.  she told us to be back at ten o’clock sharp (in the same order) for our admittance.  our group definitely welcomed the break – the name game could only distract from our ice cold feet for so long.  slowly, we trekked up the block to a diner for breakfast – eggs and toast never tasted so good.

back in the line, we nervously awaited stephanie’s return.  when she finally appeared, she apologetically informed us that only the first four would be allowed inside.

i held the fourth ticket.

however, it didn’t belong only to me, as it was only luck that i was the first of our group standing behind the aussies.  immediately, i offered my yellow slip to the other three.  jordan and mariah declined, but i knew the ticket would mean a lot to kim.  it was between the two of us.  eventually, we decided kim should have the ticket, and as she rushed in after the aussies, jordan, mariah, and myself walked up the street to find something to do until the next taping.  we had another opportunity to be in the audience at eleven, but again there was no guarantee, and sadly, no julie andrews.

we found a couple of neat shops, and hopefully headed back at eleven.  unfortunately though, there wasn’t any room, and we were turned away again.  a little disappointed, we walked around the neighborhood a while longer just to see what we could find.  success came in the form of a fresh produce cart, selling everything from asparagus to avocados.  mariah and i each purchased a few goodies before the three of us boarded the subway for home.

the afternoon consisted of a short nap and an avocado on wheat thins.  delicious.

later than night, i had another nycares assignment – reading to the elderly at a neighborhood nursing home.  i read the giving tree (thanks to kim, for finding a copy for me) and fell in love with an old woman named vera.  she suffered slightly from alzheimer’s, but we managed to have a lovely conversation despite her forgetfulness.  she has two daughters – although their names escaped her – and two dogs (ironically, she could remember their names).  in no time, the two of us were laughing together, and i had a feeling i was enjoying myself just as much as she.

after some quick stops at a few shops, kim and i called it a night.  back at the apartment, i washed my face and ate one of the mangos i had purchased from the produce cart.  delicious.

good night nyc.  see you in the morning.