Midnight At The Empire State Building

New York City is the reported city that never sleeps, so time from time I thought I’d post what’s going on at midnight in the Big Apple. I just found out that the Empire State Building is open till two in the morning, perfect for a stop at the witching hour of midnight in New York City and a chance to confront my fear of heights all within one post. But first, a little liquid courage!

I really have a fear of heights, so I thought I'd have a beer or three to bolster my courage before we go. I think I'll start with the 24 ounce can.

Okay, time to hit the road, the liquid courage is firmly ingested!

And one for the road, discreetly disguised in this vitamin water bottle.

Okay, straight up Sixth Avenue to 33rd Street.

But when I get there, these two smiling fellows tell me that it's closed due to low visibility. It seems that if it's foggy out, the Empire State Building closes.

And true, it is foggy, but I wish they would've announced this before I bought my ticket online an hour ago! And is it me, or has the Empire State Building mutated into the Cardboard Box Man...aaaahhhh!

According to their website they're open 365 days a year, rain or shine, maybe they should say if it's foggy you're shit out of luck. At least the ticket can be used again, we'll try this again next week.

And so to try and salvage this doomed evening, I thought I'd take you to the bar in the Empire State Building and maybe find some action there.

Here it is, The Empire Room.

It was kind of dead at the bar and nobody wanted to be photographed. This is one of those nights where you can't win. I should've gone to the Bronx Zoo!

I thought I'd get something to eat, just to get a photo of some food, something, anything to save this post, but I was told by the bartender who didn't want his photo taken that the kitchen was closed. That's the thing about doing a blog live, it doesn't always work. This is a good example. Here I'll show you a great equation for a shitty post.

An empty bar +

More of an empty bar =

Exit, stage left. What do you do when your post of the evening falls into the toilet?

You go across the street to the Papaya Dog. (Sorry, Al!)

Get a dog for a buck fifty...

And try, try again tomorrow. Hey, you can't script this stuff and it doesn't always work. We'll try this again next week. Hopefully tomorrow's post works better, now time to drown my sorrows in this dog and the beers left at home!

Further Reading: Wikipedia, Shades of Fun and IMDb.

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