Having had a day to sleep and wash my laundry I can look back over the trip we just took. The over arching realization about New York City was that it is a small town. The times that we interacted with people, face to face, were innumerable. 99.99% those interactions were beyond pleasant, in fact they stand out since in my own small town people are generally blasé and unfriendly. There are businesses that we frequent that know us by our first name and treat us well. But as this new Wyoming generation heads into the workforce, I rue what level of service will be aimed at customers.

Take the day that 9 of us were heading to Splash to have a cocktail and some eye candy. Mike had a glitch were his subway card didn’t read and all of us were on the interior gate for the subways; a woman from the freshly purged passengers saw this and swiped her card helping Mike through the security gate. Over and over our path was dotted with ’small town’ friendly New Yorkers.

The streets are filled to the gills with humanity, stuffed and overflowing. Rush hour in Penn Station is an experience like none other, which Tony and I discovered the evening that we were invited out to Jess and Marc’s for dinner on Long Island. Pleasantries are exchanged here and there; a smile, a nod of the head and a motion to move in front were always close at hand. After our incredible meal at the boys house they drove us to a new station which was closer. I’ve never been so nervous in my life thinking we were going to miss the train back into the city. Jess and Marc showed no signs of rushing having the train schedule hard wired into their blood with the minutes ticking away. With a hug and a farewell they dropped us at the station as the train pulled in. Clockwork pure clockwork.

I can only imagine a world full of New Yorkers. I’m sure there are exceptions to this rule [we encountered a couple] but I’m here to say that the ’small town’ is alive and well in New York City.

I’ve seen snippets about this exhibition for a while now but had never had a chance to see it in person. Well it just so happens that it’s been here in the Financial district of NYC for some time and were completely in amazed by this illuminating display of the body human.

The official site is Bodies Exhibition. I was really impressed by what a complex machine we are. I forget that all the time, this was a great reminder.

The Museum of Modern Art has got to be one of my all time favorite places to visit when I’m here. As an artist the MoMA is the culmination of almost every single great artist; masters and their contemporaries. It’s hard to find just a handful of pieces that I love.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art is an unbelievable warehouse of art and artifacts from around the globe. One cannot possibly see all that it has to offer in a week, let alone one day. I’ll post a few of the highlights here.

Vincent Van Gogh

Getting fucking internet here at the hotel has been a gamble. So instead of melting down with all the b.s. I’ve tried to get some pics onto the blog I’ll post a couple and head to dinner.

Tony and knotty at what used to be the Stonewall bar

Charles and Ron role playing again

more to come…

I finally got this damned video up on Youtube. The gang were at Lucky Cheng’s in the East Village and I was forced [o.k. I was drunk] to go up on stage and fake an orgasm for the rest of the restaurant along with 3 other contestants. I lost to an Irish newly wed. Oh well you can’t win them all. Mom you probably don’t want to watch this, I’m sure you’ll be ashamed of my behavior The rest of you enjoy!

Well boys and goils, knotty and his gay gaggle of gallumping glitter pusses is heading to Manhattan for 7 days of adventure and culture. As the days progress I will be posting pictures and tearoom trading advice from the heart of the Apple.

Kisses,

kb