The Gifts of the City.

It couldn’t have happened anywhere but in little old New York.”
–O. Henry

Okay, we’re back. Or, well, actually, we’ve been back. Since Sunday. But since then, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in sports figures. With great figures. Or whatever it is you say about guys. Athletic sports guys. You know the type. And I won’t obnoxiously and overtly name names, but let’s just say, generally speaking, they’re easy on the eyes.

However, before I talk about this week, I have a few more things to tell you about last weekend. In New York.

So answer me this question: Why is New York so freaking magical? Subquestion: How can 321 square miles be filled with so many enchanting connections?

Because it does seem that magical things happen there. In big, small, tall, tiny, random, unexpected, undeniable ways. It may have something to do with all the souls running around and into each other there. But it’s something. Something almost palpable.

Plus, it seems that things just click together in New York.

I’ll give you a little snapshot of where I’m going with this.

So I’m wandering around, when it starts to rain, and I look up to see I’m right next to the Angelika, and the amazing movie I want to see starts in five minutes. Coincidence? Maybe.

A few hours later, we walk into our hotel to find that Will Smith is filming a movie right outside (so obviously, the next logical step is to go to the hotel bar, grab a glass of wine or four, and watch 87 takes of the same car chase scene. Because we’re from out of town and all.)

Then. We’re walking down the street in West Village and I run into a friend I was just thinking about the day before (a friend who doesn’t live in NYC), and low and behold there she is. On Christopher Street.

And later. We’re sitting in John’s Pizza when the HcQ gets a text from one of his friends (who doesn’t know we’re in NYC) that his brother’s Atlanta-based band, Spectralux is playing in the East Village that night. Only blocks away from where we’re cramming our faces with pizza. So, of course we head over there, saunter in and shock the hell out of him. (And watch from the front row as they rock the crap out of the place.)


Me and Jonathan, the absolute rock star.

See, all of these things happened. In very short timeframe. Because New York is magic.

And then the most magical story of all from this trip happened the next day. But right now I’m too tired to tell it. Plus I still tear up every time I do. And really, it should be its own post. So it will be. I’ll get to it next week, probably.

But more importantly, and back to the current, do you find en why cee to be as freaking electric as I do? Or not? And if not, where are you when the magic happens?

*The above great photo was taken from here.

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Added later: Obviously magical things happen in Los Angeles as well…as evidenced by this amazing video featured on Cool Stuff con Queso.


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0 Responses to The Gifts of the City.

  1. LaLa says:

    First! Yay me. It SOUNDS magical, it LOOKS magical when I see it on my tele, I am sure it even SMELLS magical. Sadly, the closest I have been was transitting through Newark. I am living vicariously through your blog. x

  2. Nate says:

    I spent a semester living in Connecticut, only an hour and a half train ride of NYC. I had every Wednesday off work and a good friend going to drama school in Manhattan, so I was on the train every freaking week there for awhile. I think it's magical because it seems like every tiny little corner of humanity comes together there. More so than almost anywhere I've been, New York is this beautiful amalgam of a million kinds of people, doing a zillion different things, which is why it is often looked at as both the best and the worst place in the world.

  3. dalene says:

    Wow! And so now I really, really want to go there.But I kind of think you have to learn to find magic–and even to make it happen–wherever you are. If you are aware, if you look for it hard enough, you will find it.It just seems so much cooler when it happens in NYC.

  4. Bek says:

    When we were young and dumb, we decided to get married. I had one year of college left and Derek had TWO years of undergrand left. We were at Princeton and were one of the only few married undergrads there…. but it was aweseome!! First of all because New Jersey is wonderful (part of it, but not Newark so much, sorry lala :-)) but also because we were just a 30 minute train to the city. There IS something really magical about coming out of Penn Station and emerging onto the streets among the horns honking and the smells and the things that are exactly what you think New York will be….. We ate at great resturants, saw all the shows and did every single tourist thing NYC had to offer.After D finished his undergrad we moved to NYC for his first job and lived in Midtown. Heaven. We got the chance to experience the city on foot as residents and I still think about those years with much fondness…. .we then moved to CA and now I don't know if we will ever leave…. D goes back to NYC about twice a month for a week or so for work and we still kick around the idea of moving back for a few years, just so the kids can get the taste of it….. You made me wistful for it. I need to go have a visit…

  5. laurie says:

    oh heck do i love nyc. we lived there 6 years and it still makes me nostalgic to even hear you mention the west village. and yes — even living there, magical things happen all the time.here's my best nyc magic story:after i graduated from college, i worked at club med for a year, teaching sailing. one guest — dave — spent 2 weeks there and sailed every day. we became very good friends, in the way you are capable with a very compressed timeframe. we wrote letters for a few months and then that was that. he was in medical school in california, i lived in the caribbean. enough said.after club med, i moved to nyc. the first week after i moved into my apartment i was walking down the street with some friends, heading to dinner. someone stepped directly immediately in front of me. i moved out of the way without looking up (already the clever new yorker…) and kept walking. the same body stepped directly in front of me. again. so i started to say something and looked up. it was dave.he had finished med school and had just moved to nyc a month before. his apartment was across the street from mine. i was at 208 thompson, he was at 181.to this day, he is still one of my close friends.magic, i tell you. full of gifts. just like you say. thanks for your great writing.

  6. kpaull says:

    First, yes oh yes, NYC is magical! It is my favorite place to be except anyplace with my boys when they are behaving and adorable. I can't wait to see it this Fall- it has been too long! Second, how can you leave us hanging like that? Any story that leaves you teary-eyed at the mere thought of it must be told pronto!

  7. Bon says:

    i went for the first time in November (unless you count a JFK to laGuardia sunset busride, with NO stops, about five years ago). i was smitten.i felt like everywhere i looked was some kind of cultural reference, something i'd seen in movies or sung about in songs or whatever. it was all larger than life.plus i got the sense that absolutely every possible conversation, in every possible language, was happening somewhere in the city right at that second.already plotting how to get back.

  8. Oh, The Joys says:

    Headed to NYC next week – W00T!

  9. mommiebear2 says:

    I have actually never been to New York, but Sex in the City makes it look pretty dang magical.

  10. HB says:

    I haven't been since I was a teenager, but it was pretty magical then in a "small town girl sees the bright lights and big city for the first time" way.I just found out that I will be there in July for work (woot!) – so can I get back to you on the question?

  11. Jenny Dagle says:

    SOMEDAY! That's all I can say.

  12. Super Zoe says:

    I think NYC is magical because my life feels so magical when I am there. It's so full of possibility!I just got back, too, after 7 days of greatness!Love that you got to see the oh-so-fabulous Jonathan! What did you buy the 'Cane?!

  13. slouchy says:

    Are you kidding? I was lucky enough to grow up there. On the other hand, I am raising my kids in a small town and think there is much to be said for it, because I missed a lot in the city (no proms, no football games, none of the stuff I saw routinely on The Brady Bunch, my key to the rest of the country). But yes, I agree, the city is magical.BTW, thanks for your visit.

  14. laurie says:

    I absolutely agree with you, and love d this post – as well as the opportunity to meet you on part of your NYC trip…I have some photos of our Vento/Blogher dinner I'll have to send you. I'm contemplating a move to the city and it's this very sense of magic that's pulling me, causing me to avoid the questions of financial solvency and living in the city not knowing anyone really well. I have two weeks to decide. Reading posts like this helps. : )

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