Waxing Poetic about the Big Apple

This October, I have the privilege of being in my oldest, dearest friend’s wedding.  She knew me back before I had social skills.

What a generous spirit.

I am very excited about this event, not only because my most cherished friend is marrying her college love after ten years, but this means a trip to New York.

New York!

Now, I adore New York.  I wish I could live there without needing to auction off my unborn first child for rent, but until they start accepting homemade cookies in lieu of cash, I’ll have to just enjoy this bustling, thrilling, purveyor-of-all-foods-that-are-delicious hub-of-the-universe once every five years or so.

Things I’m planning on doing while in New York:

• Eat bagels. I had the best bagels of my entire life while in New York. I don’t care that this is a New York stereotype, I love bagels no matter where I am.   Bagels=happiness.
• See Washington Square (Yes, because of the book. Do you not know anything about me, people?)
• Drag my husband to a Broadway show. Because it’s Broadway, y’all.
• Visit the Met.  It’s the law that every time I go to New York, I need to see this painting:

Because Caravaggio rocks my socks off. And that lutist with the come-hither stare and pouty lips and clefted chin? …Not very appealing, but compelling in its own way.

And this one:  

Because I’m Dutch and Vermeer is required for us.

Also seeing while in New York this time around:

• The Highline
• Ground Zero – missed it the last time
• The Irish Hunger Memorial. I am Irish too, by the way.
• Top of the Rock, for my husband’s sake. And so I can pretend I’m Tina Fey and I too love my wacky, creative job.
• Times Square, also for my husband. Because if you’re a virgin NY tourist and you don’t go to Times Square, they kick you out (so I’ve heard). Not that my husband’s a virgin. That would be weird. I meant it’s his first time in New York. I had thought that would be self-explanatory.

Any other suggestions, dear bloggers and bloggettes? Especially food-driven ones?