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Philly-NYC Trip, Day 7
Sep. 10th, 2022 11:59 pmSATURDAY
I set an alarm for 7:30 and we got up shortly afterwards. We had breakfast quickly and sat on the patio while I finished my coffee and we planned the day. We walked to Penn Station to catch the train to Times Square; as it happened, we caught a 3 train. As we navigated the lower concourse level to reach the subway, we passed a shirtless furry dude in gray sweatpants with longish frizzy hair and beard. When we reached Times Square, we transferred to the 7 train. As we boarded I noticed a big bear who reminded me of Justin DeMers seated in the same car with a lady companion. We changed to the 4 train at Grand Central Station, where a couple of construction cars were parked on the inner (express) track so all trains used the local. A cute cublet wearing an A's cap and a shirt advertising a fútbol team in Mexico boarded at a later stop. ¡Hola!
We arrived at Yankee Stadium, found the gate, and waited in line behind a family group: hot dad with brushy haircut and trimmed bushy salt-and-pepper beard, wearing a Bills T-shirt; grandpa with thin white hair; and two big boys with thick beards. We made our way to our seats. A hot black cop, with short hair and curly beard, was watching over the proceedings from the section to our right. Mike arrived a few minutes later and we watched the pre-game preparations. Kelli O'Hara, who was a guest artist on an SMC show, sang the National Anthem. The seats next to us were occupied by five young black dudes, most with braids. The row behind us was loud, and were there to party: one of the crew told another who wasn't sure about work the next day, "I'm holding you hostage". The Yankees scored an incredible six runs in the first inning, followed by one in the second, two in the seventh, and one in the eighth. The Rays answered with only one run in the third and two in the eighth. In the top of the fifth, an astonishingly quick double play occurred, with the first baseman catching the line drive and immediately stepping on the bag; the runner, who had taken a substantial leadoff, just stood there stunned with that "fuck me" expression on his face as it slowly dawned on him what had happened. Final score: Yankees 10, Rays 3. Aaron Judge did not score any home runs today as he counted down to tying Roger Maris' record.
From the stadium we took the D train (a Baseball Special) down the 8th Avenue line. Around 81st Street two very limber black dudes boarded the train with a boom box and a few electronic devices to drive it, and they breakdanced for two stops. They were good and they deserved all the applause they got. We left the train at 47th Street and 6th Avenue to buy theater tickets at TKTS. From there we took the C to Penn Station and left Mike on the LIRR concourse level under Moynihan Train Hall.
We caught an A train to Times Square and walked to the north end of the platform to exit at 44th Street, then a block west to 9th Avenue and two blocks north to the 9th Avenue Saloon. Martin was sitting in the back with Mike and Wayne (who were visiting from Cleveland), and a few other guys were making their exit as we arrived about 5:30. The five of us sat and talked for a bit, and I went to fetch us drinks: Coke for Gary and a rosé cider for me. The bartender was a cute, tall, bald bear who reminded me of the fellow who co-starred with Red Mike in the Bearnanarama music video. Mike and Wayne made it a theater weekend with a matinee and an evening show today, so they left for a disco nap about six. I ordered a couple more rounds of drinks and closed out my tab just before seven. About ten after, Martin left to walk the dog before heading to Dear Evan Hansen at eight. We accompanied Martin the block south to his street, made our way to the Times Square station on the 1 line, and took the train two stops south to the hotel. When we arrived at the room we stripped down and lay in bed relaxing and in my case drying off.
By nine I had substantially caught up with my journal and was ready for dinner. Gary mentioned he wasn't interested in going to Ty's to meet Martin after the show, but I felt comfortable enough to go by myself. We dressed and headed out for dinner about quarter after nine. We chose the Triple Crown Ale House, an Irish pub around the corner from the hotel. We ordered bangers and mash, and Gary had ginger ale while I had Magners cider.
After dinner we returned to the room, Gary sat up in bed and I sat in the chair and made arrangements to meet Martin at Ty's. I left about 11:30 and was there before midnight. I ordered a drink from the short bartender Gary and sat by the wall, enjoying the view (many cute pocket bears and a few bigger dudes) and the 80's music. When Martin arrived we had a nice chat and he pointed out the two bartenders: Gary who served me earlier and Julian who was a cute black cub. Later we met a big young bear named Rolando and had a nice chat with him as well.
We left together around two and picked up the 1 train uptown at Christopher Street. We sat opposite a very cute young dude with a very cute pug in tow. We joked with him about the perceived danger of riding the subway at 2 AM in Manhattan before he and his dog left at the next station. When we got to my stop there were still a couple people on the street but it was mostly quiet. I returned to the room and Gary was still up, reading something on his phone. We both prepared for bed and were done by quarter to three.
I set an alarm for 7:30 and we got up shortly afterwards. We had breakfast quickly and sat on the patio while I finished my coffee and we planned the day. We walked to Penn Station to catch the train to Times Square; as it happened, we caught a 3 train. As we navigated the lower concourse level to reach the subway, we passed a shirtless furry dude in gray sweatpants with longish frizzy hair and beard. When we reached Times Square, we transferred to the 7 train. As we boarded I noticed a big bear who reminded me of Justin DeMers seated in the same car with a lady companion. We changed to the 4 train at Grand Central Station, where a couple of construction cars were parked on the inner (express) track so all trains used the local. A cute cublet wearing an A's cap and a shirt advertising a fútbol team in Mexico boarded at a later stop. ¡Hola!
We arrived at Yankee Stadium, found the gate, and waited in line behind a family group: hot dad with brushy haircut and trimmed bushy salt-and-pepper beard, wearing a Bills T-shirt; grandpa with thin white hair; and two big boys with thick beards. We made our way to our seats. A hot black cop, with short hair and curly beard, was watching over the proceedings from the section to our right. Mike arrived a few minutes later and we watched the pre-game preparations. Kelli O'Hara, who was a guest artist on an SMC show, sang the National Anthem. The seats next to us were occupied by five young black dudes, most with braids. The row behind us was loud, and were there to party: one of the crew told another who wasn't sure about work the next day, "I'm holding you hostage". The Yankees scored an incredible six runs in the first inning, followed by one in the second, two in the seventh, and one in the eighth. The Rays answered with only one run in the third and two in the eighth. In the top of the fifth, an astonishingly quick double play occurred, with the first baseman catching the line drive and immediately stepping on the bag; the runner, who had taken a substantial leadoff, just stood there stunned with that "fuck me" expression on his face as it slowly dawned on him what had happened. Final score: Yankees 10, Rays 3. Aaron Judge did not score any home runs today as he counted down to tying Roger Maris' record.
From the stadium we took the D train (a Baseball Special) down the 8th Avenue line. Around 81st Street two very limber black dudes boarded the train with a boom box and a few electronic devices to drive it, and they breakdanced for two stops. They were good and they deserved all the applause they got. We left the train at 47th Street and 6th Avenue to buy theater tickets at TKTS. From there we took the C to Penn Station and left Mike on the LIRR concourse level under Moynihan Train Hall.
We caught an A train to Times Square and walked to the north end of the platform to exit at 44th Street, then a block west to 9th Avenue and two blocks north to the 9th Avenue Saloon. Martin was sitting in the back with Mike and Wayne (who were visiting from Cleveland), and a few other guys were making their exit as we arrived about 5:30. The five of us sat and talked for a bit, and I went to fetch us drinks: Coke for Gary and a rosé cider for me. The bartender was a cute, tall, bald bear who reminded me of the fellow who co-starred with Red Mike in the Bearnanarama music video. Mike and Wayne made it a theater weekend with a matinee and an evening show today, so they left for a disco nap about six. I ordered a couple more rounds of drinks and closed out my tab just before seven. About ten after, Martin left to walk the dog before heading to Dear Evan Hansen at eight. We accompanied Martin the block south to his street, made our way to the Times Square station on the 1 line, and took the train two stops south to the hotel. When we arrived at the room we stripped down and lay in bed relaxing and in my case drying off.
By nine I had substantially caught up with my journal and was ready for dinner. Gary mentioned he wasn't interested in going to Ty's to meet Martin after the show, but I felt comfortable enough to go by myself. We dressed and headed out for dinner about quarter after nine. We chose the Triple Crown Ale House, an Irish pub around the corner from the hotel. We ordered bangers and mash, and Gary had ginger ale while I had Magners cider.
After dinner we returned to the room, Gary sat up in bed and I sat in the chair and made arrangements to meet Martin at Ty's. I left about 11:30 and was there before midnight. I ordered a drink from the short bartender Gary and sat by the wall, enjoying the view (many cute pocket bears and a few bigger dudes) and the 80's music. When Martin arrived we had a nice chat and he pointed out the two bartenders: Gary who served me earlier and Julian who was a cute black cub. Later we met a big young bear named Rolando and had a nice chat with him as well.
We left together around two and picked up the 1 train uptown at Christopher Street. We sat opposite a very cute young dude with a very cute pug in tow. We joked with him about the perceived danger of riding the subway at 2 AM in Manhattan before he and his dog left at the next station. When we got to my stop there were still a couple people on the street but it was mostly quiet. I returned to the room and Gary was still up, reading something on his phone. We both prepared for bed and were done by quarter to three.