The City that Never Sleeps (New York 2010)
Aug 20 th My alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., but naturally, I woke up closer to 4:00. Which is to say, my body politely informed me that booking a hotel until 11 the night before was not compatible with the fantasy of a predawn wake-up call. I scrambled some eggs, more out of duty than hunger, and I headed to Dad’s place. Dad greeted me with the casual confession that he’d stayed up until two or three in the morning, which really set the tone for the day: none of us were properly functioning adults, but at least we were going to New York. I waited on dad to wake up and get ready. Then, we rushed to the airport and waited in line to check dad’s bag. We were barely there in time. We flew 30 minutes to Dallas, blinked, and suddenly we were on a much longer flight to New York. The View from the Hotel Once on the ground, we tried to solve the eternal New York riddle: cheap, fast, or easy—pick two. Naturally, we picked cheap. Twenty-six bucks for a seven-day MetroCard, a bus, a subway ride...