Surfing The Channel

I’m really sorry that I am about to admit that I came to New York with the intention of finding the coffee shop from Friends, because I’m very concerned with what my children will think if they ever discover that.  But I am convinced that if I admit it out loud, then I have a chance of living a peaceful life, and be able to face my pillow at the end of the day with no regrets.  No regrets is how Rachel wanted to live with her memories of Ross, and that’s how it should be with me.  I didn’t watch Friends for all that long, either, but it became something of a mission.

There was the show where Phoebe was breaking up gently with that guy, and he took it so well, and it was in Central Perk, and I imagined that I might like being there.  I don’t know why.  But it became something of an obsession.  Enough so that by the time I got to booking my hotel here I had kind of already decided what I was going to do at least one day while I was here.  And when I did get here and started to walk in the city, I saw a duck in the park, and this made me smile.

It took a little bit of work, but I found a listing for a cafe called Downtown-Uptown, and decided that this was the place.  Except that it’s closed now.  The DTUT has closed its doors.  So the search was all for nothing.  Except for the long string of coincidences while I was finding this out.  I got a call and it was a breakup phone call during my trip.  I got a text from my friends who were getting married in England.  And my actor friend got a job teaching acting.  Friends follows me, and reminds me that New York City sometimes feels just like life.

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