On the way home
from the Statue of Liberty and
we had to walk past
the Occupy Wall Street demonstration.
I took these pictures in the morning
and the police officer told us to keep moving.
On the way home it was dark.
They were playing drums and instruments.
There was a huge crowd watching,
taking pics and video taping.
We rushed past.
We all felt a little uneasy
with the vibe there.
It is a mess.
So many tents.
Lots of boxes too.
After we returned to our hotel
combed our hair,
and I applied a vat
of cream to my chin
we were ready to fill our gullets.
This did the trick.
We made the trek to the Empire State Buliding
for a nighttime view of the city.
Do not, I repeat do not
take the advice of the guy who is out front
telling you to take the "fast track" to the top.
He will tell you it is like "Soaring" in Disney.
Funny, I do not remember "Soaring"
His name was KG.
He said it was for Kenny.
I think it was for Cagey.
He was off duty when we exited.
That was unfortunate,
because we had our heckle pumped and ready.
However, the view
stood the test.
The wind was fierce.
But we had donned scarves and hats.
I tolerated the height
as long as I could.
I took just a few pictures but it was hard
through the fence
while puckering your butt.
It was so dark
and incredibly windy.
I realize my license is missing.
I call Hard Rock.
Not in the lost and found.
I call the airlines.
Since it was a return trip,
I was in the system.
I would just have more screening than usual.
This was our final day in the city.
We were supposed to fly home
at noon the next day,
but the airline changed it to 8 a.m.
We knew we had to be up
and on the shuttle by 4:50.
We decided we would just stay up all night.
We would have a full day and night.
We got started by
walking to Rockefeller Center.
We walked past Radio City Music Hall.
The Today Show Studio
was on the way.
At Rockefeller Center
the tree was up
but as you can see,
not decorated yet.
The skating rink was in business.
I expected it to be bigger
although, it looks fairly big in these pictures.
We had planned to tour NBC Studios.
The hotel told us there was a tour
every 20 minutes with no need
for a reservation.
They were sold out.
We almost had to give Karyn shock treatments
to bring her outta her funk.
A New York slice of pizza pie
set things right with the world.
They had the meat.
I had the spinach.
We trucked over to Times Square
for some sightseeing.
We got some tix
to a great show...
We loved it.
It was "I didn't want it to end" good.
We joined the masses
and did some souvenir shopping.
Later in the evening
we cashed in on some complimentary tickets
to a comedy show.
We we shuffled into a dingy basement
with a bunch of derelicts
to wait for the show to start.
We were majorly over-dressed
since we had our legs and butts covered.
Most of the women did not.
It was a 2 drink minimum.
We ordered up some Purel
and a shot of antibiotic.
We were served an iced tea and a water.
They were good.
Crying tears good.
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
Or it's basement.
Then it was time to go home.
We kicked back a bit.
We perused the interweb.
We called the concierge
to find out Macy's hours.
Surely they were open til midnight.
We had to go get those Ugg's
we were now jonesing for.
No, they closed at 8:30.
We went out for ice cream.
We hit a pharmacy for specialty soaps.
Now it was 2 a.m.
We re-checked the boots.
We discussed the pros and cons of each type.
2:30... we had become sensible over the boots.
We would wait until we passed
the Galleria the next day
on the way home.
We waited on the shuttle.
Meanwhile, we witnessed the "walk of shame"
of another hotel -ee.
We made the trip to the airport
in super short time.
We checked the bags.
We went through security.
I was given a mammogram, a pap,
an eye exam and
the once over for explosive residue.
Then we were off to wait the 2 hours to board.
We all bobble-headed.
The plane was on time.
We all sleep drooled on the flight.
In two hours we were on the drive home.
Galleria was dismissed.
No deer were sighted
on the drive.
It was a great trip.
I adore friend-time.
Laughing until you wheeze time.
You know the kind where you
may or may not squirt a little pee.
The best though, was returning home
to the best guy in the whole world
who had a great big hug waiting.
Good, good times.
297. chapstick that works on your lips and your chin.
298. a happy husband
299. little kids who run to see you