NYC Touronic Observations

By ALEXI VENICE

I learned a new word while in New York City this weekend—tourons. It’s a portmanteau of tourist and moron. I made some touronic observations as we walked around the city, so please accept them for what they are as you make your way through this article.

I like to visit New York once per decade whether I need to or not. Mind you, I’m the person who blogged that I don’t like large department stores. Did I tell you I’m not fond of crowds either? (My comfort zone is at least one foot of personal space around my body.) Just to clarify, I don’t like city sewer smells, piles of garbage on the sidewalk, 90-degree heat radiating off the pavement, or a steady stream of loud noises—car horns, sirens and jack hammers. But all of that is New York in July, and I knew this going in, so I made the best of it.

Times Square

I braved the city because my daughter and her college friends were attending a conference there. Bill and a friend of ours—WC—and her daughter joined us. Look, we found WC’s nameplate near a restaurant restroom. Imagine that?!Zan WC

We stayed in midtown, so we walked to Times Square the first night. I’m used to seeing about 50 people per day in my workplace, which is a hospital, so mingling with several thousand is not only stimulus overload, especially in 90-degree heat, but also smelly.

My favorite character was a gentleman with a portable microphone and speaker yelling, “We’re all disciples of the devil and damned to hell.”

I gave him cab fare and told him to go belt out his message across from Trump Tower.

I needed a beer and slice of pizza just to acclimate! After my beer, however, I was a little disoriented when we returned to the hotel room. When washing my hands in the bathroom, I yelled to my husband, “This soap is cheap. It won’t lather.”

Soap Dish

He came around the corner and looked at me, the “soap” in my hand, and laughed. “That’s because you’re using the soap dish for soap. The real soap is on the shelf above you.”

In my defense, maybe I had two beers at dinner. The soap dish sort of looked like a bar of Neutrogena, but, now that you mention it…. Please don’t tell my daughter, she’ll tell me I already have one foot in the nursing home.

Soap

The next day, we took the subway from midtown down to Battery Park. The street was sizzling with heat and the subway was like a wood-fired pizza oven. Except there weren’t pizzas in the oven. There was urine, grease and body odor cooking.

Subway Track

Subway

The subway dropped us by the Brooklyn Bridge. From there, we walked to the National September 11 Memorial, which is so incredibly moving and profound. The two memorials are a stunning contrast to where the Twin Towers once were. In the 1980s, I had lunch at Windows on the World a few times. If you had told me then that, twenty years later, those buildings would be leveled and, in their place, two memorial waterfalls and ponds with names of the fallen engraved around the edges, I never would have believed you.

911 Memorial Selfie

War Memorial Bill

That’s the new World Trade Center behind Bill. The caretakers of the memorial even place a live flower in the engraved space of each person’s name on their birth dates. So compassionate, well-planned and moving.

I really appreciated the police presence throughout the city while we visited, and, as you might expect, the presence around the World Trade Center was very strong.

NYC Police

I thanked Officer Dinkelacker in person for his service but didn’t try to pronounce his name for fear of mangling it. See his badge? His last name might be another example of a portmanteau, but I didn’t ask him if he was a eunuch.

Speaking of dinkels, after walking through lower Manhattan, we went to Washington Square Park. There was a sketchy activity going on of naked men and women volunteering to be painted—Human Conceptual Art (or some euphemism for naked people getting their bodies painted).

Naked Man

Since I’ve seen only Bill naked, this sighting of human art multiplied the number of dinkels I’ve seen by, well…however many naked men were there. I know, right? And, if you’re going to stand in front of thousands of people nude, please adopt this pensive look on your face!!!!

At one point, this dinkelman bent over to pick up his bottle of water with his butt cheeks facing us. The only thing I noticed was that gravity was taking a toll on his testicles.

However, a woman behind me said, “Oh my, do you think he bleaches his anus?”

I think her question was meant to be rhetorical, but a woman on the other side of me replied, “I bet he uses Crest Whitening strips like everyone else.”

I can’t make this stuff up. It’s New York.

I know what you’re wondering—did I take a pic of his front side? The answer is “yes,” but I can’t use it here because this book is not an X-rated blog. And, I can tell you that he was NOT a dinkelacker. If he had been wearing a badge, it would have said “Dinkelonger” on it.

I am guilty, however, of texting his nude pic to a few friends—as well as my 22-year-old daughter—who was in her important business conference. She immediately replied by text to me: “Things I should not have to tell my mother: DO NOT SEND ME DICK PICS!”

One of my friends replied, “Get that dick pic off your phone!”

Why? Are the dinkel police going to see it on my phone and arrest me? Well, one policeman is technically qualified to by his surname, but it’s not illegal to have a dick pic on your phone!! I suppose both my daughter and friend are right. I’m glad they observe social mores, etiquette and boundaries. Maybe I should’ve asked them to proofread this article before I published it.

Back to dinkelackers. Compare and contrast the below sculpture at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which I consider to be authentic art. The male isn’t even CLOSE to the Dinkelonger in Washington Square Park. Not even close!

Met Naked Man

Let’s move away from that subject. Yuck. I prefer the below sculpture of Fearless Girl facing down the Wall Street Charging Bull. There were hundreds of people around these two sculptures. We had to stand in line just to take a quick pic.

Wall Street Girl

The Met is amazing. The building dwarfs a Costco and has so many exhibits that you could spend a week in there. They actually have furniture displays, so finding a place to sleep wouldn’t be an issue. I found this exhibit of Sara Berman squirreled away in a corner. The replica of her closet—full of whites and beiges—warranted sufficient importance to occupy prestigious space at the Met. (Go figure. I don’t get it.)

Met Closet

The only color was the red ball of yarn around her light switch. I kept expecting a cat to jump out and attack it. (I mean, this exhibit would’ve worked with some special effects like a psycho cat.) Again, why is a minimalist, OCD woman’s closet an exhibit at the Met? There’s nothing unique or profound about her closet.

I suspect it’s one of those situations where a select few in NYC deem something to be art, put it on display, and the rest of us are expected to gush. I think this is why the entrance fee to the Met ($25) is just a suggested price. When you actually pay, you can tell the box office that you’re going to pay $5 for your own admission. It’s true. We were touring with a New Yorker, and he’s been doing that for 20+ years. (I don’t know what Bill paid because I was taking pics of sculptures.)

One aspect of New York I love are the street musicians. We happened upon this group in SOHO. My own concert. Bill had to drag me away…

Street Singers (2)

We also took a Circle Line tour out to the Statue of Liberty. I recommend Circle Line boat tours. This was the third one I’ve done in thirty years, and I’ve always enjoyed them. Between the 9/11 Memorial and the Statue of Liberty, I was sort of verklempt. Both are such a profound part of our history and my soul feels enriched for having seen them.

Statue of Liberty

We’ve come to the end of our NYC tour. There’s no getting around it, we were tourons at times, but we had tons of fun.

5 thoughts

  1. You’ve done it again!!! I had to share this with my better half so he knew why I was laughing while reading… Great description of NYC…..Everyone should experience it!!!

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  2. 1) You will never get me to travel to NYC
    2) Buy Bill new shorts, the guy lost a ton of weight, splurge a little.
    3) I thought I was a good friend but did NOT receive a front pic of naked man
    4) I love these blogs
    5) Poor Daughter

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  3. Having just lived vicariously through your trip to NYC, I am now absolutely positive I will never go to visit. Your mission is accomplished. I laughed, laughed until I cried, cried some more, and realize I’m better suited to less populous places on earth. I’ve got enough crazy in my personal space. Love the blog!!
    Converted fan, almost thinking about NYC but not quite.

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