I escaped TV land to the streets with my new found geek companions. My Rolodex was full of numbers the potentialist inside me screamed to possess but I’d likely never call. As we treaded to Nintendo World a memory bubble played a segment from my own childhood. This is exactly the kind of place I would have dreamed of when I was twelve on family vacation and begged my father to visit only to arrive with it closed for renovation. I couldn’t help but tell every twelve year old child I passed that less then a mile away existed a life sized virtual reality chamber where “You too can stomp goombas and eat magic mushrooms!” I could paint a picture of every mothers grimace.
It was pretty much twenty stories tall and I wandered as Link for two hours in a real life representation of Hyrule. The balance board is fun too, I got a perfect score in the surfing game, and now have the confidence to take waves as tall as the Nintendo building. I’ll be buying my real life surfboard with my next paycheck. To be honest, I wanted to get out on my own again. I could tell the guy from Wisconsin was a bit nervous with me around his girlfriend, which makes sense… he knew she was obviously my type. So I kicked it after lunch, after having a fight with some Time Square pizza jerks who tried to charge me $50 for a slice I thought was only $30. I grabbed my bags, stole some more cookies, and turned on my biological supercomputer to figure out the NY Subway system.NY Subway Worship
Upon exiting and coming to the surface from what felt like a teleporter, conception of distance traveled could only be measured in the change in the people and scenery around me. “Union Square” this was the home of the True New Yorker, I could feel it boiling my blood. Everything was real, and alive. It possessed all the spirit and soul Time Square lacked.
The Gator Bar. Impressive. The bartender wore a flat brimmed hat, huge black sideburns, a nose of legendary proportions, a runway goatee, and a styled greased mustache. He was Cyrano De Bergerac incarnate and if not with his arms, but with his smile, he could obviously wrestle an an alligator.
The timbre of my type is growing dissonant… to be continued.