I heart... I like...I think its ok....New York?

I've been in the NYC for the past couple days. I brought my camera but never took photos. I can't seem to take pictures in New York because I find it sort of cliche. Big city, lots of different looking people, but someone has already been there and done that. I see nothing unique about it, so I guess I refuse to indulge in it. Oh well. Nothing exciting happened photo wise.
The first day we were there wasn't too crazy. Walked around. Ate lunch. Later ate dinner. Then my love and I went out to a bar. By this point we had already had a couple of drinks. Then we got more. Then we got one more. But for some reason, New York makes us grumpy. Maybe its over priced? Maybe it is just not fun without fun party people? I did think about making friends with some people who looked like they were off to a club. But being drunk and all, they might have taken advantage and stolen all our money, so that idea was ripped up and trashed. We made our way back to the hotel, which felt like it took forever, but we were only about 10-15 blocks away. We were just that tired and tipsy so even bother trying anything else.
The next day when I awoke...my head pounded like someone was constantly driving a pick axe into my temple. I got up, I was dehydrated, I drank water, and the throb increased by 100%. I went back to bed, but by now my stomach had joined in on the fun. I was about to throw up. I needed to take some advil and get some water in my system before it got worse. So I did just that, went back to bed. Clung to a hotel pillow and prayed that it would pass shortly. The shivers started and the battle with my stomach continued and got worse then got better then got really bad then I fell back into a deep sleep of crazy dreams.
When I finally awoke, wet cloth not so cold anymore but completely hot from my body trying to feel better, I sat up in bed, took some pepto and told myself it was time to go out and get breakfast. It had been a long time since I had put food in my stomach, I needed to make a move on.
I definitely did not feel wonderful for a few hours, but when we saw the Lion King I felt a million times calmer and better. The lion king is an amazing production, but the acting is stale. I wish someone had not used the script from the movie line for line. Yes there are some additions to the play(songs and little bits here and there), but there needs to be a change, and you need better actors... wouldn't it be cool if it were all sung in African folk lore style? Or, a different sort of story line, something.... something needs to be different. I also find it funny that the singing also needs some work. People, you are on broadway.... there are plenty who's dreams are to be there, if you cannot belt the right now, why bother? Yes I give them credit for being able to perform, and I myself may not be able to stand up there and sing, but still, if you crack, or need to scream the last note or so, get off the stage. Broadway is suppose to be about amazing singing talents and acting, not mediocre. Sorry.
Then we came home.
Now the ride home was an interesting experience. All the trains we canceled or delayed indefinitely. Hm.... why?
Power outages.
Ok... so its not raining in NYC, where is it raining?
Every time a train finally made it into the station there was a mad dash to be the first one on. People ran so quickly through the crowds, it was humorous to see. I guess they had been waiting the longest and were tired of it. One guy was running so fast he crashed right into a group of people who were walking to the train. What an ass. Also, it was an older woman... chivalry is did, yes? Obviously.
I hope she punched him in the nuts.
So finally our train was here! The 6:03 train arrived at 7:15. Ugh. The crowd of people swarmed to make way. It was crazy. If I was a child I would have been hysterical because I wouldn't have wanted to lose my mom. If I had a child, I would have been holding on to said child for dear life in fear of losing them.
People pushed and grumbled and squeezed.
We got down to the platform and holy crap was it congested with people. The train was packed!!!! So many people had been waiting for that train and wanted to get home. I really wanted to get home. I was tired and still recovering, screw all you people, let me on! Conductors were screaming "get on the train, we are leaving in 30 seconds!"
Dude.
You were late. You shouldn't be rushing now.
So we got on and stood the entire way back to our station. People pushed in. Our express train turned into a not so in a rush train, and we stood for a good hour and 45 minutes. Ouch. It wasn;t just that which made the trip entertaining. It was the person who pressed the emergency stop button in the middle of the tracks which also made it hilarious. The conductor screamed over the intercom about jail and dont do it, blah blah blah... well we made it into the next station only to be informed of a medical emergency. WHAT?
People....
it took the train 2 hours to get back, when normally it takes an hour.
and yes, chivalry is dead, and won't be revived any time soon. No man offered me a seat. No man offered my mother a seat, so man offered the woman with a baby a seat.
Men, you are pigs.