On Thursday 17th, at around 1330 EST, I arrived in New York, and checked into my hotel room, on the 11th floor.
This hotel was the Wellington in
Times Square.
Didn't do much that day as I was a bit warped.
Friday, the day of the Ween concert I took it upon myself to walk to my friend's house in Queens.
I thought I might be able to walk across the Queensboro Bridge, and save myself a swelter in the subway.
I was wrong. Is just for cars. Not peoples.
Eventually I ended up at my destination, got on the roof (as is my wont) and looked at the skyline. It were baking hot.
On the walk to Central Park, I was accosted by the sight of this thing. I have no idea what it is.
Then there was Ween.
My camera kind of let me down here. If I had the flash on, I could get a mealy looking snap of the back of people's t-shirts, and if I went into night mode, I got the following effect.
Here's what I saw of Ween for the most of their 2.5 hour set. Not because I was on drugs, but because I had a splitting sun headache. Frigging New York with its good weather:
Part 2 of the travelogue coming soon. See the next post for my favourite song of the night.