Dream trip Day 133 Providence to New York City by bus, West Village house party with friends

If there is one thing I enjoy for breakfast it is corned beef hash. This is more of an east  coast treat and well, I was on the east coast!

Sure enough a couple blocks away was a diner. I didn’t even have to look at the menu. 2 fried eggs, over medium, corn beef hash, coffee.

I was served by a cute gal, long hair, young though. It is always nice to have those movie notions of saying something like, ‘I can see it, You hate it here. Why don’t you join me on this journey I’m on…’

Alas no, I just sat and calmly drank my coffee until my food arrived.

So good! Nice runny yolk is the sauce for the hash. Great way to begin the day, especially after a night of shots.

There were only a couple of buses to NYC so I had to rush a bit. I was only able to say farewell to one of the people I went out with the night before.

She thought I was rushing to leave, but I was at the mercy of the bus schedule, that and traffic once I hit the City.

I would be getting into town around 7 as it was. I wasn’t sure about my friends schedules, what time they would be ready or if they had to work.

Once again I played with fire not buying a ticket, just headed out to the bus depot. I was likely sore at the fees imposed when buying online. I can assure you, they levy them at you in person as well.

I made it all the way to the ticket counter where I see a hand written sign reading ‘Out to Lunch back in 10 min.’

The bus left in 10 minutes! Sure enough this lady wanders in at the time of departure, munching on chips. I give her a head nod and she meets me at the window.

‘1 to NYC, for now please. Has the bus left?’ I ask.

‘There it go now, you can take that one.’ she replied and handed me a ticket while pointing behind her at a bus that had just pulled into the depot. Crunch.

That’s how they rolled in Providence. I was heading to the big apple, New York City!

I hardly believed it as we drove through the wet, soggy afternoon.

I wore a huge smile on my face the entire ride down as we lurched through borough after borough until we arrived @ 41st & 8th St.

Now I know what the sound of 10+ horns blaring at the same time sounds like, thanks everybody.

I found the route to my friend’s part of town, not even thinking about taking the subway, I was walking the mean streets of NYC!

I just kept on walking through Hell’s Kitchen, Greenwich Village. 41 gorgeous blocks just like Holden walked.

You just feel more alive in New York I cannot explain it.

Plenty of time for a hot dog, something I so rarely ate. Had a nice thick fruit beverage with my doggers too.

Fortified, I continued my assault on the city. Walked on Bleeker St, past CBGB’s, now a salon that sold clothes. Sell merchandise, not the dream.


My friends would meet me out later. They were going to a housewarming party. I was assured it was cool I tag along.

I posted up at a pub and got some beers while I waited. Beer was about 7-8$ a or what I paid in Oak Cliff for a pint. Dang!

There’s usually a ballgame on at night in the fall so I caught a bit of a game before my friends arrived.

They they were! So cool to see an old friend. Natalie and her husband Nick. I’d gone to college with Natalie, sort of.

Denton has 2 universities so a lot of people who live there work or attend college. I can’t recall which one Natalie went to. We didn’t have any classes together, she was art major and knew several people I hung out with.

She was a teacher at NYC school #832. It was great to see her!

We got pints and hit up a booth where I filled them in on my travel story. I think Natalie said I should write a book. I think that may be what I am writing now.

Soon we finished and hit the subway to a party across town, in the West Village.

It was a little awkward as I parked my bags into a nook of the room which was filled totally by a couch.

These were some of their friend who had actually lived in Denton for a time when I had moved away.

Sometimes I think about living in Denton again.

They had plenty of beer, a fire escape/balcony that overlooked the street. It was such a cool experience just having a beer out there watching people walk by.

I am fairly sure we took the subway a couple stops to my friend’s apartment. It was nice, air mattress sort of night.

Sirens howled in the distance.

Beer  Yuengling Oktoberfest

Song  Parquet Courts  Human Performance




Dream trip Day 132 Boston to Providence by bus, party hostel, Irish lady

Everything is so much closer on the east coast. It was like Europe, only an hour or 2 bus ride or train, and you were in a different state.

Today it was Boston to Providence via a local bus line. Very affordable.

I took the long walk to the bus depot passing through Chinatown for some sweet pics.



There was a craft coffee shop nearly in front of the bus depot, I got a cup to go. I think it was Guatemalan coffee.

Hurry up and wait! We gathered near the area our bus would arrive and watched the time pass by slowly! It was a bit late.

Still for perhaps 20$ this was not a bad deal at all. I only wish the train was as affordable.

I can at least say I’ve been through Pawtucket.

Once again I had arrived before check in time, plus rain was due! I needed shelter for a few hours. Ah a pub!

I tell you no sooner had I entered, it rained hard for a good half hour or more. Tremendous amount of rain.

I had to get clam chowda, even though I am not a huge clam fan, the dish would warm you up. A regional favorite.

The guy behind the bar said there was a chowda for every state, even some cities used tomatoes or some other shellfish, whatever was around.

After a couple pints, a beer rep arrived and handed me a bottle opener, as well as another beer.

We talked a while, he kept buying, He seemed like a nice enough bloke. Very suburban though, like a lot of the mid cities guys I knew back in DFW.

I didn’t have much else going on plus it was still raining, no sightseeing today.


Still raining when he left. I felt it best to call a car to arrive precisely at my hostel.

It was located in a neighborhood, on the other side of the tracks. A multi story house affair. Felt very Amityville horror style.


Seems the workers got top and ground floors, I was stashed in a room with several bunks, all I was assured would be empty tonight. So far.

There was 5 of us in total staying or living at the hostel, going out tonight. They had all ready decided to close up and go out by the time I checked in.

I hung out in the TV room where they had hooked up a gaming system to be their music player via youtube. I was DJ.

They mainly wanted to listen to 21 Pilots  Stressed Out.

We all piled into a Uber van and zoomed to a pub downtown. I bought 1st round, I laid that gauntlet down son!

It was a real Irish pub, with private booths and all. I chatted up a friend of one of the hostel employees. She seemed pretty amazed I had just been to Ireland.

She was about to move or stay there awhile. I don’t think she knew how long, her family still lived there so she always had a place to stay.

Man I sure wish I had some overseas relatives to visit!

I was envious of some friends that spent summers or vacations at their relatives in another country. That is a valuable experience to have.

My relatives just lived in different parts of Texas, parts you’d only like to visit for a day.

We kept drinking, the ladies located a dance club, but I rolled with it, chatting up a couple of the guys.

The ladies here oh man, they went hard. Shots, mixed drinks, shots. More shots.

I had to stop drinking beers, everyone took turns buying shots. I maintained.

Of course people became separated, drama, the usual. I tried to hang around a couple of the people I knew.

Outside was an immense open area that many congregated that had food trucks.

Somehow everyone was together suddenly and a van was called. We were so loud in the van, just hopping over each other and everything.

A fine night in Providence!



Onwards to New York City!

Beer        Sweet Baby Jesus!

Song  Lightning Bolt   Dracula Mountain