thefreak's Adventures in Noo Yawk - Part II...
The Empire Strikes Back With Electric Boogaloo In The Temple of Doom
Sunday, April 15
After the beauty of a day that was Saturday, we came back to NY to this:
And it pretty much stayed that way for the rest of the time I was there. Kinda cursing the fact, but ah well, what can you do?
While Rachel was in the shower, I decided to sneak out for a couple butts, and during that smoke break, I took a few pics around the local playground.
Due to Game Night, little sleep was had, so we both rested and cleaned up, then went to dinner @
Brother Jimmy's, and good BBQ was had.
Like Applebee's (only cooler) they had all sorts of cool stuff on the walls.
Then, food and booze was had.
I had developed a testosterone-fueled taste for blood, so after dinner, I decided to shoot some defenseless deer.
After dinner, we took a cab back to Penn Station.
This is me being inqusitive. Either that or I'm giving my "I may have just pooed 'em a little" face.
You can't tell by the pic, but our cabbie's name was Rezzaque Choudhury. The
best name
ever in the long, rich history of named things. Even better than Englebert Humperdink, The Grafenberg Spot, or the Lava Lamp.
I took this pic outside the front of Penn Station, where we did a good deed, having given our uneaten pork to a grateful homeless man (we were unable to bring it home, due to pork not being Kosher. Funny thing, that.) I should've gotten his name, he seemed pretty pimpin'.
We then returned to Queens, and retired in anticipation for a busy Monday.
Monday, April 16
After some changing of plans earlier in the trip, this was the day I was looking most forward to.
One ride back into the city later, after some walking around an enjoyment of more sites and interesting stores, we made it to the museum. Not the Museum of Modern Art, not the New York Transit Museum, not even the Guggenheim.
The Museum of Sex.
That's right, a museum about the thing that Republicans, Cub Scout Leaders and priests loathe most. Mind you, unless it's with boys, but that's another blog for another time, kids, as they're such tightasses about it.
*rimshot*
It was right outside the museum I encountered yet
another "best thing," this time the best disclaimer in the history of disclaimers, even better than "Objects are Closer Than They Appear," and "Do Not Take If You Are Pregnant or May Become Pregnant."
Things are looking up, among other, uh, things.
You know...like my penis.
(Sadly, this is when my camera decided to start being a pissy little shit, therefore, I don't have as much pics as I'd like. Another trip should be had.)
The first exhibit was entitled "Kink: Geography of the Erotic Imagination."
It didn't come out as well as I'd like, but that pic is basically a map of various kinks, what they entail, and how they all entwine with each other.
Among your normal kinks like S&M, Cross-Dressing, and the like, they had things like Adult Babies, Balloon Fetish, and everyone's favorite...
...Furries!
Yes, that is a furry penis on the wall. Not only that, but if you squeeze the head, it squeaks like a dog toy. Nearly gave me a friggin' heart attack.
The second exhibit was "ACTION: Sex and the Moving Image," which had to do w/porn as well as sex in "mainstream cinema." They had these cool little platforms they projected various movies on. Everything from stag reels...
To things like celebrity porn.
Hell, you can't have a Museum of Sex w/o the Hedgehog himself, Ron Jeremy.
The final exhibit was "Spotlight on the Permanent Collection," which had all sorts of various artifacts, including items on birth control from the turn of the century, homemade sybians, old-school condom tins, etc. Here's a few things I managed to catch.
As far as I could tell, this was some sort of virtual reality sex...outfit...thing.
I think we
all know what
that is.
I'm a fan of Divine, what of it?
After leaving the museum, which left me confused and engorged, we hopped the subway to Rockefeller Center.
Mind you, I wasn't there to see the skating rink, or where they have that damn Christmas tree. No, I was there to satisfy my geek appetite...
...@the
Nintendo World store.
Two floors of games, memorabilia, and artifacts throughout Nintendo's history.
(Again, my camera was almost dead, or else I would've gotten more pics.)
That is the prototype of what would become the NES.
Who
doesn't love R.O.B.?
I was in Video Game Heaven.
Before leaving, I bought Rachel a Pokemon doll she had her eye on (and would then dub it "Crazy Eyes") and I received a cool sticker in return.
From there, we hopped into a Japanese bookstore, and more geeking out was had. A couple more purchases later (including Pocky, which I have a newfound addiction for) we picked up some delicious sushi, and hopped the train back to Queens, where we relaxed and watched
Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I then went to sleep for my final night there.
Tuesday, April 17
After getting up @the asscrack of dawn to catch a 6:55 train back home, we went to Penn Station, where Rachel escorted me to the track. We hugged, said our goodbyes, and I was soon headed back home. I traveled from NY to Boston, then from Boston back to Union Station in "Woostah," where my good friend/hetero life mate Justin (
evlwraithe1) picked me up, then we grabbed some KFC, I blabbed on and on about my trip, and I arrived back in Gahdna-Hey G-Vegas...home.
BONUS PICS!
Several of the pics I took didn't really fit in to the story, so I decided to put them here, to give a quick rundown of some of the other cool things I enjoyed while I was in the Big Apple.
Various signs...
A graffiti-filled bathroom...
Some random bits of Grand Central Station...
(As an aside, I really
do need to go see that.)
A crowded subway...
As well as your Humble Narrator showing off his mad "Subway Surfing" skizzills...
Street performers...
My gracious host,
Sharonaaaaa, whom I can't thank enough for helping me have an awesome time...
(Here she is giving a live performance of her profile pic.)
An R2-D2 mailbox...
And last, but certainly not least, one sure sign you know you've truly arrived in New York...
...a train station that reeks of pee.
All in all, did I enjoy my time in NY?
Indeedy doo.
THE END
