New York Notebook

The fine folks at Virgin America tossed me a first class upgrade from Vegas to JFK last night and my seatmate was a gorgeous and spunky middle-aged construction company owner from Reno who shares my passion for Broadway musicals and so we gabbed the flight away over chicken and cocktails as we sailed across America. When we landed in New York City some five hours later her driver was waiting just outside of the airport so she invited me for a plush car ride into town, which was much doper than taking the AirTrain to the subway. When we got out at her place on Central Park South we exchanged contact info and she told me to look her up if I'm ever in Vegas and then I hopped a C train to Tribeca for friend hugs and sleep.

In the early afternoon, after a catch-up sesh with Adrian, Anne, Ben and Ken, a cup of iced coffee from Dunkin' Donuts and a much-needed shower, I hopped back on the C and headed uptown to meet Danielle, my college roommate, at Blossom, a vegan restaurant on Columbus between 84th and 85th, for fruit smoothies and tofu BLTs. Afterward we grabbed her boyfriend for a lovely stroll through Central Park.

And now, because it's New York City and I've only got forty hours left and so much to do, I'm gonna shower again and prepare myself for two more sleepless nights.