I have tons of thoughts on marketing and writing and creating paintings with fans and stuff…but I had to get to dinner downtown last night and my cab ride took sixteen days because of traffic. And that doesn’t even make any sense.
Apparently it is time once again for my holiday guide to New York
Take heed, all you visitors to my fair city.
1. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE TREE:
Seriously. Please. It’s a tree. Yes it’s actually quite pretty and yes it’s very large but you don’t understand what you’re doing when you go visit the stupid thing. The foot traffic around Rockefeller Center creates a chain reaction that snarls traffic up in all directions. I don’t want a bus ride across the park to take two hours just because you want to see some lights.
Look. Here is the location of the tree:
Now here is my estimation of the area that becomes affected by congestion due to tree traffic:
Please don’t go near the tree. I’m sick of telling my cab drivers to take the long way through Nicaragua to avoid traffic when I’m trying to get across town.
2. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM CHINATOWN:
Chinatown isn’t known for it’s fast moving foot traffic under the best of circumstances but during this time of year it becomes another thing entirely. Somehow all of humanity stopping and pointing at the little shops that sell weird toys and disgusting fruits manages to bend time or something so that I seriously think the foot traffic actually starts to move backwards. And if you’re in a car just forget about it.
You think I’m kidding?
Here is a shot of Chinatown in June:
Just try to imagine it when it’s crowded with holiday traffic. Occasionally I like to go there and get dumplings with family this time of year. Off limits.
3. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ANYWHERE I MIGHT WANT TO GO DRINKING:
There is a bar in Murray Hill called Rolf’s. This is what Rolf’s looks like (this was taken with my phone so sorry for the quality):
You’re waiting for a punchline, aren’t you?
There isn’t one. Rolf’s is its own punchline. Around the holidays the owners go completely out of their minds and put up more decorations than, to be honest, the actual tree probably has. Rolf’s is known far and wide as the bar where Christmas goes to projectile vomit then die.
You may go to Rolf’s. The heat from the lights and the general creepiness of the dolls they hang up make it hard to last more than two beers there during the holidays.
Oh. Here are some of the dolls:
One year some of the dolls had mustaches.
Maybe lasting two beers would be stretching it.
Feel free to crowd into this place as, even if I do go there, I won’t be staying long.
Otherwise the rest of the bars are off limits.
4. NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM NEW YORK ENTIRELY:
Honestly. It’s closed or something. And they built a wall around the tree this year. Here look:
If you want to you can gaze at this picture of the tree. That should satisfy:
It really is pretty, isn’t it? And when you catch a glimpse of it as you turn the corner and look down that long alley of evergreens and statues and then walk in close to where the skating rink is and smell the chestnut vendors…
God damn it.
Okay. You can come to see the tree.
Just, you know, try and keep it down while you’re here.