NYC Day 1

NYC  Day 1

I think it would be safe to say that if you polled people from around to World about their #1 travel destination you would probably find New York City in the top 10 responses. It is the city that never sleeps and we did just that.  We had descended on this metropolis of the world with DJ music in mind. Our goal would be to see RJD2 on our first night and than to scope out Quantic the following night.

We started out in Boston, MA a bit delayed without getting on the road until noonish. My day started with the trek from Dorchester over to Roxbury Crossing in order to meet up with Martin and Nate. From there it was over to Brookline to collect Lindsey Martin's girlfriend and the final piece to our crew. After picking up some sandwiches and gas we were finally on the road.

Now as driver and navigator for our expedition I made the mistake of grabbing the first Interstate I saw headed south I-195. While it got us headed sort of in the right direction it was still wrong.  Our detour took in SRT 44 to traverse Connecticut over to Hartford.  Along the way we took in the rolling country hills while taking in some of the greenery.

When we finally started to hit the snarl of the NYC Metro area’s vial traffic we were still way out in New Haven.  We still had time but we were looking at the clock and hoping we would still make our boat.  The RJD2 concert was set for 9 pm and would be held on a boat going around the Hudson and the Verrazano Narrows.  Since it was on a boat we had no option of a fashionably late entrance.

By the time we were finally in the City limits around the north east side of The Bronx we were really getting anxious with the near stand still we found our selves in on the New England Throughway.  The large amounts of ganja were both helping us cope with what was turning into an very long journey, but all the while contributing to our anxiety.  We were even debating getting a hotel in mid town or even parking over night just to guarantee we made our boat.  In the end we made it to Brooklyn our final destination, parked, and made off for the show with some McDonalds in our stomachs.

Hands down I think the Rocks Off Concert Series is one of the best kept secrets in for boat tours in NY Harbor.  For $30 you get a cruise, option of a cash buffet and bar, and finally some relay kick ass music.  To put this into perspective a Circle Line tour will cost ???????????????? While a circle line takes in the other half of Manhattan Island in my humble opinion I think it is well worth missing the beautiful (insert sarcastic tone here) sights of the East River.  As for RJ the

The RJD2 show was nuts!  His set consisted of classic RJ to new RJ and other sick displays of turntableisms like cutups of Jay-Z and the like.  As for the back drop we had Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty with the dramatic skyline of Manhattan on the other.  The crowd was decidedly young, but because we were on a ship the tight limits on its people capacity kept every thing felling nice and personal and with out the need to fight for elbow room.

By the time we got back to the dock it was going on 1 a.m. but it was time to get out and go hit the town.  We snagged a cab and shot down to the East Village.  First stop was getting some food, but we made the mistake of grabbing some falafel first and missed our chance at some Freis Fries.  Freis Fires located just around the corner from St. Mark’s Place specializes in just fries with some 30 different sauces on them.  This is highly recommended for any outing in village.  

Next on the agenda was drinks and that was taken care just around the corner at Jimmy’s.  This little gem tucked into a basement boasts a fantastic beer selection in a neat environment.  The beer selection was given the blessing of those who I was traveling with (Nate, Martian, and Lindsey are all Bartenders) and included highlights like Six Points Cream Stout and plenty of Chimmey.  After getting the boot from the bartender at Jimmy’s we stumbled out in our drunkenness into the street proceeded to smoke a joint, hail a cab, and it the sack back in Brooklyn.