Well, I'm back from CT/NY!
I'm really tired. We walked and walked...and walked. I had a great time, though.
First off, autumn in Connecticut is beautiful. My brother, his wife and her son live ten minutes from Yale University and they drove me "through" it.
We had six hours in NY before the concert. We first ate at Terra 47 which was a great recommendation (thanks, TomFord

), as the food was delicious. (When we walked in, PJ Harvey's "You Said Something" was appropriately --mutatis mutandis-- coming out of the speakers: "On a rooftop in Brooklyn/At one in the morning/Watching the lights flash/In Manhattan/I see five bridges/The Empire State Building[...]".) Then, we hit Strand Books, which was heaven to me! (Thanks shore and batboy.) It gave me vertigo, I didn't know where to start. I bought only one book that I'd been looking for for a long time, and it was there at more than 50% off the retail price. They have a site, so I'll be ordering books from there, though nothing can replace actually being in the bookstore.
We also went to Grand Central Station, as my bro wanted me to see it, and it was beautiful. No museum visits this time, though (but, isn't New York itself a museum?). We went walking, as cold as it was --plus, drizzling--, ended up going to the Virgin Megastore (yeah, I know I asked for alternatives...

) and bought some CDs, and then headed off to see Satriani (we walked from Times Square to 73 St and Broadway!! But I didn't mind. I loved watching the city at night!)
Satriani was incredible, of course. His guitars didn't cum 'cause they weren't penises... eek!

He abused them to death! I couldn't take my eyes off the fretboard, he made me remember the reason why I got frustrated playing guitar

. The show lasted three hours, approximately, with a fifteen-minute intermission after the first hour.
We took the subway back to Times Square and ate at ESPN Zone (not my choice

), where they were showing the Yankess/Red Sox game, and watched the last two innings while eating.
You all are going to kill me for this, but I have to confess that the first time I visited New York, I wasn't that impressed. I mean, at the time, I saw its greatness, but I just found it too "corporate" and Disney-fied, too "clean," too "sterilized." That turned me off. The only thing I loved was going to a Salsa club in The Bronx, where I felt a sense of community among Nuyoricans. But this time, I LOVED it!! I felt alive! I don't know why was that, and I won't rack my brain to find out.
Thanks again to all the posters for the help!
PS: Starf**k...I mean, stargazing episode in NY.
This happened in a five-second timespan, me in one corner, the other guy in the other, while crossing E 14th St and 3rd Avenue:
(All in my head)
1st second: "Wow! That guy is hot!"
2nd: "Wait, I think I've seen him before..."
3rd (coming closer to each other): "Where have I seen him?"
4th (even closer): "He can't be..."
5th (going past each other): "Oh my God! That's Carlos Morales, the porn star!!!" eek!
He looked at me from the corner of his eye, as if noticing that he had been recognized (I think). He looks way better in person, as if that were possible.