Greetings, blog. It’s already time for the final installation of the New York City Chronicles. It only took me two weeks! Not bad! Seems to me I stretched our Maui trip blog entries over a couple of months. Where are we now? Just finishing up at the Cloisters, on our way to check out the Chelsea Market.

The Chelsea Market was extremely packed. We sat down for a few minutes to split a corn dog.

Oooh, ahhhh. This canopy of twinkle lights overhead was very nice to look at.

We stopped in the bookstore to buy a couple of presents. The “inspiration” shelf caught my eye. Hmmmm.

My favorite part of exploring the Chelsea Market was the “Artists & Fleas” section, which reminded me a lot of Pike Place Market. Every booth owner was friendly.

I bought two tiny pairs of glitter earrings from this “Design Works” booth.

Back to Hotel 31.

We decided that our last dinner in NYC should be pizza (the thin crust was good, but didn’t quite deliver). Doughboys came through!

Oh yeah, baby.

Fortified by carbs and fats, we dressed up ONE LAST TIME to go out to “Zoo Friday”, a club night Gerry Visco hosts every Friday night, often at different club locations. This particular night it was at a club called “Motivo”.

Josh and I rarely “fight”, per say, but we did get into a teeny-weeny disagreement about how to get to Motivo that night. My vote was to take an Uber car–it was rainy, dark, windy, and I was wearing a SEE-THROUGH DRESS…Josh’s vote was to take the subway. Under any other circumstances, I would have agreed, but shee-yit, I wanted to look cute! And stay warm and dry! Not to mention I didn’t have a coat with me, was I supposed to wear a fleece to the club? Inconceivable.

So I got my way, because I am a brat. Here we are across the street from Hotel 31 waiting for our Uber car.

Hell we ended up spending a good amount of time waiting in line outside the club anyway, just like you would expect. We finally got to the front of the line and I piped up that we were on Gerry Visco’s list and we went inside. Was I supposed to go to the front of the line and say that all along? Could I have saved us 15 minutes of standing in the cold and wind? Who can say.

Inside, I had a ginger ale and Josh had some sort of whiskey drink (I’ve been trying to get him to switch to vodka for years because it stinks less…to no avail). We shook our asses around to house music while waiting to see Gerry.

Something that surprised both of us: hardly anyone was dressed up (a’la Club Kid fashion), and hardly anyone could dance worth a damn! Of course, there was a cute bubble butt up on stage in a jock strap gyrating around, and later on a couple of go-go dancers dressed as a cowgirl and cow (this was “Zoo Friday”, recall) got up on stage, but they were the exceptions. Apparently all my years as a raver gave me high expectations of people’s dancing abilities!

Don’t recall the DJ’s name, but he was playing some decent tunes. We like to dance in this family!

Finally I met Gerry Visco! I’ve been following her online antics for years. She’s a photographer/writer/nightlife personality and always seems to be at cool club events. Of course, the problem with trying to meet someone at a club is that you can’t hear a damn thing they’re saying and they can’t hear what you’re saying and I’m generally flustered when meeting people I admire anyway because I’m an introverted dork and OH WELL…

…still, I’m glad we met.

And she introduced me to Kenny Kenny! Thrill! He was so TINY in real life. I tried to tell him how much I admired his photography, but when I tried to get closer to yell in his ear I bumped his elaborate headpiece and once again, heigh ho.

Funny thing is, I actually have been following the dancer on the left in the cow costume on IG for a couple of YEARS, I even saw her outside the club, but didn’t recognize her. Some people really, really look different in photographs. Some people IG better than they look in real life!

After trying to talk to Gerry (and failing) we scooted back on the dance floor again.

A little after 1 am we had to leave, because our taxi was due to pick us up from Hotel 31 at THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. That’s right. Take it from me, kids: do not book a 6 am flight! The money you save is not worth it! Gross!

Thanks to .5 mg of Xanax, however, we caught up on our sleep on the flight back home.

OH NEW YORK, I LOVE YA! One of our best vacations ever, and it was only 4 days long! Of course, I can only imagine the amount of money we would have spent if we had made it an entire week, yikes. I’d go back in a second!