Cloud Rape

“I want to go to the City.”


“I want to go to the City.”


“I want to go to the City.”


“I want to go to the City.”


“I want to go to the City.”


“I want to go to the City.”


“I want to go to the City.”


“Do you want a blowjob?”

N…wait, yes.”

“I want to go to the City.”

We went to the City.

We went to the City five days before Christmas, along with seemingly every other organic communal life form that evolved to breathe oxygen in the universe, to gawk at the Macy’s window, the windows along 5th Avenue, the tree in Rock Center, and that family of 9 from San Antonio waiting in line at the TKTS booth in Times Square hoping to score half price tickets to see The Lion King. Again. Complaining of the unbelievably frigid 45-degree weather the entire time.

The one concession I demanded in return for agreeing to go, however, was that we leave the house early. How early?

“I can’t believe it’s not even 5am and I’m standing outside waiting for a bus. You’re insane!” said NewWifey(tm)

I’m telling you, if we’d waited til 6 the Park-n-Ride would already be filled and we’d have to drive through the Lincoln Tunnel. And at 6am the Lincoln Tunnel is gonna have an hour long line at the tolls, minimum. After which we’d have to find parking – at 30 dollars an hour – in midtown Manhattan, a near impossibility this time of year.

“Why didn’t we just wait til after rush hour to come in?”

Because then we’d be leaving the City during rush, getting caught in that same traffic going back. And we still might not even have found parking by then. Trust me, this is better.”

So Wednesday morning our alarm went off at 3:30am, we showered up, coffee’d up, and hit the road. An hour later we pulled into the North Bergen Park-n-Ride – which was already half full – and got at the end of the line to grab the 5:05 bus into the City.

At 5:20 we hopped off at the already bustling Port Authority bus station on the west side. NewWifey(tm) had plotted out the course she wanted to walk, and it started with Barney’s on Madison Avenue at 60th Street on the east side. So we did escalators and corridors and stairs and more stairs until we got to the Times Square station, where we hopped on an R train. The R has a stop 59th and Lex, a block from our starting point. Game on!

At 6am on the dot we got off the R and trudged the stairs to street level. A block west, then a block north, and we were at Barney’s.

Where the first thing we saw was cloud rape.

Humping Clouds

The Barney’s windows were AWESOME, the highlight of my morning. Seriously, Google them.

But, yeah. Cloud rape. (Although from the look on her face, I’m not sure it was rape. Maybe #METOOANDILIKEDIT. )

Here’s the full 9 second animated sequence, btw. Make sure the kids are out of the room.

Lord and Taylor’s had a window depicting two of the last remaining polar bears on earth celebrating an impending kill, which I thought was nice.

Lord and Taylor bears

Poor narwhals.

Some stores that didn’t have display windows got into the spirit by covering their grimy exteriors with as many 50,000-watt bulbs as City ordinances would allow.

Ferragamo lights

That was all on one plug, btw. You could smell the ozone from Jersey.

I liked this one. Who knew the NY Philharmonic had their own window?

Red Window

Eventually we hit Rockefeller Center, and the tree. I tried to take a pic, but NewWifey(tm)’s hat photo-bombed me.

NewWifey Tree

I kicked her out of the way, but she kicked me back. Hard. As I was lying there nursing my shin, I took a shot from ground level.

Rock Center Tree 1

Couldn’t get the tree centered because there was a large pedestal right there. I considered knocking it down, but there were heavily armed security goons everywhere. God, it was so much better before these stupid terrorists ruined it for us Good Folks.

I’ve gotta say, as imposing as the tree was, the sight of it unlit during daylight hours is pretty disappointing.

So I added boobs.

Tree and Boobs

There we go. Boobs make everything better.

BTW, if you ever go there yourself, tear your gaze away from that gigantic bit of flora for a minute and spin 180-degrees. You’ll see this:

Saks storefront 2

That’s Sak’s Fifth Avenue.

Saks storefront

The gates are there to keep people not wearing ties out. But we got around them and soiled their sidewalk with our commoner shoes anyway so we could look at their – for some reason – Snow White and the 7 Dwarves movie tribute. For Christmas.

It also had a rape scene.

Snow White 1

Or two.

Snow White Kiss

Rape is apparently very big in New York.

As are the squirrels.

Squirrel ornament 2

This one almost took my finger off at the elbow when I tried to feed it a hot dog.

Squirrel ornament


Around the corner was the New York Public Library. No lights or window displays, but they did force the lions (appropriately named Patience and Fortitude) to don silly Christmas garb. Here’s Patience. Or Fortitude.

Library Lion 2

Lion 2

I felt bad for him. Those cones itch. I know.

NY Public Library Christmas

He wasn’t the only feline forced to posture for the holiday. This is from the Cartier window.

Leopard Cartier window

I suggested they title that “Time For Cats”, but they ignored me.

A little farther down 5th I spotted this tree in the courtyard of some officious looking building, but because it wasn’t 450 feet high and exploding with more lights than the city of Paris, no one stopped to look at it. I did.

Roman Embassy Tree

“What the hell are you doing?” NewWifey(tm) said. “All it has is white lights!” I felt like Charlie Brown….

Finally we made it to Harold Square, and

Macy's 1

Why was that such a poorly framed shot? Because at 10:32 in the morning, it already looked like this:

Macy's Crowd

I had no place to stand. This, and the following, are all “hold the camera up over your head as far as you can and hope” shots.

Macy’s window displays were, as always, incredible. I tried to think of a better descriptor, but “incredible” really is the most apt. Unfortunately, because of the crowds and my shaking in rage at them, I couldn’t get many good pictures. But here’s a few that aren’t as sucky as others.

One window had a cylinder model of Central Park, which slowly spun and showed various scenes. It was really incredible:



Nah. Y’know what? ALL the pictures I took here turned out sucky. Go hit ’em up on Google Image, and pretend I took those, ok? Thanks.

Wait, I think I will post one, sucky or not. It’s a giant dancing cat. She twirls around, and when she farts it billows her skirt up, revealing a bunch of mice doing wheelies on dirt bikes. Crappy picture or no, I gotta post that.

Macy's window cat bikers

Boy, do I need a polarizing filter. Write that down.

NewWifey(tm), btw, was having the time of her life. Me, jaded local, suffered through every excruciating minute of that jaunt through Tourist Town. But my little Midwestern bumpkin wallowed in it.

Janis Harald Square 1

I haven’t seen her smile like that since I told her I knew how to make Pimento Cheese.

Once there were no other windows left to press our noses against, we made our way back to the Port Authority. Along the way we saw a pair of shoes NewWifey(tm) wanted.

Taxi Shoes 1

But as this was a shop on 5th Avenue, they cost almost as much as a real taxi. We kept going.

A few blocks uptown NewWifey(tm) stopped and began laughing.

What’s up?” I said, looking around. I didn’t see anything I thought she’d find funny, like a hobo on fire or anything.

“What blows AND sucks?” she said.

I give up.”

She pointed across the street.

Victoria's Secret Dyson

Ah, my demure little lady.

(Still not as good as the time we went to see the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular a few years ago, and midway through the show she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “What’s the difference between a circus and the Radio City Rockettes?” “What?” I said. “The circus is a cunning array of stunts....”)

Along the way we spotted this dress made of genuine fir.

Mood fir dress

I hope PETA doesn’t get wind of this.

Then we were at the Port Authority. It was barely after noon. There was hardly anybody on line waiting for the bus back to Jersey.

Port Authority bus wait

And just like that we were dropped off back at the North Bergen Park-n-Ride, and an hour later we were sitting in the kitchen of DangerHouse having a beer.

“See, that wasn’t so bad” said NewWifey(tm).

Yeah, you’re right” I said. “But only because we traveled off-hours.

“You know, I kinda liked it that way. Yeah, it sucked getting up at 3 and arriving when everything was closed. But it was nice not having wall to wall people everywhere we went. And we got to see cloud rape!”

Speaking of, I vaguely recall someone intimating that in return for going into the City a blowjob would be forthcoming….”

“Hang on” she said, picking up the camera. “I’ll answer that with a picture.”

Funny Face Small

Rats. Fell for that tourist scam again.

Hey listen, if I’m not back before Monday I hope you and yours have a very Merry Christmas. Maybe this year you’ll get that pony!

Or cloud rape. Also good.


24 thoughts on “Cloud Rape

  1. OMG! you were not kidding… it is cloud rape all the way… I still cannot… even… I watched the 9 second video, and… WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? I mean, seriously? I have a vivid imagination but that made NO USE of it whatsoever….

    this was a great virtual tour of a wonderful city! I’ve been to NYC eight times, with varying degrees of fun – not very easy to be there all alone, in a very iffy part of town, in an even iffier hotel… but let’s say other visits made up for that….

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    1. I’m so glad you liked it, Sally! (Except for the graphic depiction of rape in all its horror. Sorry about that.) Hey, if you ever find yourself having to brave the 5 boroughs again in the future, give me a shout out. Maybe I can send NewWifey(tm) out to play tour guide!

      Feliz Natal, babe!


  2. I liked the photos, and think NYC is gorgeous, or it would be if it didn’t have people in it.

    However, it’s weird to me to think about actual stores – as in, shopping destinations – downtown. Phoenix downtown is all office buildings and court-related stuff. There are a few low-key shops, but they tend to be tiny “boutiques”, which in my vocabulary stands for overpriced crap designed by somebody with bad taste.

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    1. Overpriced crap designed by cretins can certainly be found in NYC also, of course. But yeah, except in the very belly of the Financial District – which is as far downtown as you can go before falling in the water – and a few other specific areas, you can usually find a wide selection of things to buy. There are residents in just about every neighborhood in the City, and they need places to shop. It’s really a cornucopia if shopping is your idea of a vacation 🙂


      1. NYC is a very different place than Phoenix. NY sound like little villages all stitched together under one umbrella, with life stacked on top of life. The Phoenix metro are is spread out over hundreds of square miles. There are no real neighborhoods in downtown Phoenix – with only a few exceptions, people live in the suburbs and commute. There are a few residential pockets in the downtown corridor. They range from slums to high-priced high-rises, with nothing you’d consider middle-class. Then again, “downtown” Phoenix is well defined; it fits into a corridor, north-to-south, that averages probably five miles wide.

        The rest of Phoenix is sprawling and there are greater neighborhoods, rather than boroughs; Maryvale to the northwest; South Phoenix (which is the bad part of town, and where I grew up); the Biltmore area to the east; Sunnyvale north-central; and Ahwatukee to the far southeast, on the other side of the mountain from “South Phoenix” and ironically one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Phoenix proper. We don’t have boroughs, as such, but the principle still applies. There are a lot of suburbs: Mesa, which at over 500K is officially the world’s largest suburb; Tempe; Chandler; Apache Junction; Peoria; Glendale; Cave Creek; Scottsdale; Avondale; Sun City; Surprise; Queen Creek; Buckeye; Goodyear; and Maricopa. I think that’s all, but not 100% positive that there aren’t more pockets up north and west that I missed.

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  3. Yo yo yo, Brooklyn representin’ yo! Borough of Kings! Awright!!

    Lol. Thanks for stopping by, and for the great comment. Glad my little travelogue gave you a quick tickle, and maybe brought back a memory or two. I hope you and yours are having a wonderful holiday also! All the best, bro 🙂


  4. Loved NewWifey(tm) in her smart beret and the rest of the Christmas sights. My favorite was the dress made of genuine fir. You can’t get much better than that. Hope it was a happy Christmas at Dangerhouse. 🙂

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  5. I missed one of my favorite bloggers by one day!? I landed at Penn Station a 3:15pm on Thursday! My Fella and I stayed till Sunday taking in the sight, sounds and smells of the city, and funnily enough, our favorite parts were when we were away from it all- Top of the Rock and Brooklyn, looking at the city skyline at night. You definitely took better pictures than I did. Fella gave me my Christmas gift early- a Nikon Coolpix L340. I’m still trying to figure it out and as you stated, most of the pictures taken were en route with the camera above the head and me being 5’2″, that meant that I got a lot of the backs of strangers heads. Ah well…

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    1. Oh no – you were in the same geographic area as moi, and I didn’t know it? Damn! I would have dumped NewWifey(tm) off at the bus station in a second and waited for you had I known. Rats. Oh well, next time.

      But it sounds like you and the Fella managed to (somehow) have an excellent time without me. Hooray! I’m glad you did 🙂

      Oooo, that Coolpix is an EXCELLENT little camera, I understand. Fitting, for an excellent little person. (Really? Only 5-2? God, you must have to go up on him.) But yeah, I can see how that combo would leave you with picture after picture of bald spots and threadbare collars. Next time get the Fella to carry you around on his shoulders! Sheesh. What ever happened to common chivalry?

      Thanks for the great note, babe 🙂

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  6. Last time I was on someone’s shoulders, I wound up face down in the grass. Not even on my own two feet and I’m still just as clumsy as ever… at least on my own, I have less distance to the ground.

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