13 Hours in Manhattan

Since I moved to Boston I've been doing this wacky thing where I go down to New York just for the afternoon and evening (usually for a Yaddo get-together), then I take a late bus back so I can (in theory, anyway) have the whole next day at home to be productive. Here are some pics from a quick trip down the week before last: 

A light meal before yoga class at Jivamukti NYC: an Abundance smoothie (cherries, strawberries, raspberries, cocoa, coconut water) and steamed kale with turmeric tahini dressing. They do say you should eat as colorfully as possible, right? I got off the bus feeling generally off kilter, but this snack totally pepped me up for yoga.

(I went back for a sandwich after class, and overheard a guy telling his companion about a friend of his who buys old clothing on eBay with weird stories attached. For instance, she once acquired a 19th-century wedding dress with a gaping hole in the bodice, with dried blood still visible around the edges. It seemed the groom was already married, and when his first wife found out about the illegal wedding she came to the church and stabbed the second bride in a jealous rage.)

Then I met some of my Yaddo buds at Congee Village on Allen Street for dinner: 

Afterward we headed across the street to Berkli Parc for wine and coffee. My bus wasn't leaving until four (I know, I know! I am nuts), so it was actually the smart thing to do to order two "dirty chai" soy lattes (i.e., chai + espresso) between 10 and 11 o'clock at night. BOING BOING! 

I got good work done in the almost-hour after everyone else headed home, and when the cafe closed at midnight I went to Penn and wrote in the 24-hour Au Bon Pain on the lower level. (No way I was gonna wait for more than twenty minutes at the Port Authority. That place is sketchtastic.) 

Pretty street art. 

(Um, what? I Googled, to no avail.) 

I may not be ahead of the trend after all... 

@cometparty you working at a 24-hr coffee shop while waiting for your 4 am bus was inspiring. I have the poem taped to my journal. Thank you

— Mieke Zamora-Mackay (@MZMackay) March 28, 2014

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