whats up there! My name is Mason, and like most people who live or work in new york city, I hate times square. but, I’m constantly baffled/intrigued by the hordes of tourists who flock to the nicely-lit hell, so I came up with an idea… And just to alert you, maximum of my ideas are awful.
Seriously, People came from ALL OVER THE PLANET to see Times Square, while New Yorkers keep away from it at all costs. Each time I'm compelled to advance through the interminable mass of fanny pack–strapped vacationers toting selfie sticks, road entertainers doing reverse somersaults, and individuals wearing filthy Sesame Street outfits, I need to bathe in Purell.
Be that as it may, sightseers don't appear to feel the same way — they rush there like flies to a streetlight. Vacationers LOVE Times Square, and appear to love it more consistently. I comprehend the claim of seeing a Broadway play, yet having supper at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. what's more, paying for a photo with the Naked Cowboy makes my cerebrum blast.
As soon as I got to time square i purchased the most cheapest and most obnoxious “I <new york” shirt I should find — bright pink with the ironed-on letters already wilting away.
After trying to sneakily take pictures of the naked Cowboy and people on stilts dressed like the Statue of Liberty, I sat on the stairs and pondered what I’m doing with my life.
It was approaching lunchtime, and i’ll admit it wasn’t easy to pick among Applebee’s, TGI Friday’s, Olive lawn, Ruby Tuesday, difficult Rock Café, Chevy’s, Dave & Buster’s, or Bubba Gump Shrimp Co., but red Lobster was calling my name.
So I ordered the ultimate feast, which includes garlic shrimp, breaded shrimp, a lobster tail, crab legs, and broccoli, to maintain you honest. I proceeded to spend three HOURS in purple Lobster.
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I even requested my bartender to take my picture. appearance how satisfied i am!
By the time I got back out into the no longer-so-fresh air, the after-work crowd had blended with vacationers to make sidewalks almost impassable.
As I sat and watched five Elmos and the world’s creepiest model of Heath Ledger’s Joker from The dark Knight, I severely contemplated going domestic early.
After the sunset, I knew there was more to discover and more distress to endure…so I entered the land of countless and pointless souvenirs.
After I escaped souvenir hell, the first thing I noticed a horse standing in its very own shit, which become exactly how I felt at that moment.
By 11 p.m., times squares became about two times as crowded as it was 12 hours earlier. the steps were almost too crowded.
Times square sucked out my soul and mostof my happiness.
I never got here to apprehend why tourists flock to it. I in all likelihood in no way will.