We formed a game plan while relaxing in Central Park. We had on comfortable footwear, were armed with lots of h2o and felt prepared to handle the crowd. Chris zipped up his backpack, put on his game face and solemnly said “Ok, let’s do this.” We were going to attempt the impossible: to view the Macy’s Fourth of July fireworks from the West Side Highway, while only arriving there less than an hour before the show started.
We majorly failed.
In hindsight, we really should have known better. As savvy New Yorkers who have been living here for years we had no excuses. I personally blame my building for shutting down our roof and deck to avoid dealing with the crowds. And our game plan didn’t seem like such a bad idea… until we found ourselves packed like sardines with hundreds of other stressed and anxious people on 11th avenue. Suddenly I had a flashback to every alien/monster/end of the world movie that took place in NYC.
Did I mention that due to NYC’s famous highrise set up, we couldn’t see anything from even just one block over from the river. After trying unsuccessfully to get back to my apartment (because the cops actually blocked downtown pedestrian traffic on 11th), we just threw our hands up in the air and found the nearest bar to get some cold beers and laugh about just how pathetic that was. It’s a good thing I love a good story, even if its at my own expense.
NYC, you may have won this round, but I’ll be back…