Are ya sick of hearing about New York yet? HEEHEE!! Sorry!
The day after the wedding we all piled up into the bride and groom's apartment for brunch. Er... lunch... dinner? The party was supposed to start at NOON and the food wasn't ready until FOUR! I'm not going to complain too much about all that though. There was AC in the apartment, delicious leftover wedding food to snack on and good company... and lots of mid-day boozing so the wait wasn't so horrible.
While waiting for the shindig to get started Caleb snuck off to a festival that was happening not even a block away from the apartment. What a douche! He came back with this French fireman's helmet...
.... and this beaded elephant for my ornate pachyderm collection. I guess I'll forgive him for leaving me.
Guess what? After sitting in the cool for hours waiting for the food... the power went out. Bye bye AC. Why does NY hate me so much?
After a while we all started to get a bit bored and restless. I didn't come all the way to NY to sit and wait for food for four hours. So me and my sis-in-law Krista went to check out the festival. It spanned about five blocks and it was aaawwweesome.
The booths at our festivals here in Texarkana sell nothing but kettle corn, blowup toys, crap mass produced Native American decor, cowboy figurines and "country chic" art. This festival was such a lovely change from our little world of cheap dream-catchers and rooster shaped cookie jars.
Later that evening I took my first train ride ever to get into the city.
When we got to Grand Central my husband kept saying:
"There's the clock. New York's most famous clock."
I looked around, up, down - "Where?"
"Right in front of you."
"I don't see a clock."
"How can you not see it? It's right there?"
"That clock? I was looking for something more impressive... you know like Big Ben."
"Nope, that's it."
"What's so great about it?"
Moving on: we set off down Fifth Ave just to see where we'd end up.
at some point we stumbled across and into the Rockefeller Center - just aimlessly wondering around..
...and I got the world's worst characture done. It looks nothing like me. The only thing he got right was my jugs.
I look so terrible in this photo!! All fat and shiny and blubbery lookin'.
He got the boobs perfectly right! They're huge and one is bigger than the other!
We hailed a rickshaw and asked the driver to take us to the nearest Japanese restaurant.
Sorry veggie heads, you might wanna skip over this part.
We had very rare marinated duck, a mushy raw salmon thing with a raw quail egg on top and smoked eel box sushi. As gross as it all sounds... it was AWESOME!
Soon after we ate, it started to sprinkle a little and we had to haul booty to get the station to catch our train back to Tarrytown. On the way there we spied the Chrysler building. Cool beans, no?
At the station I sent Caleb to get some coffee while me and River waited.
He got stopped by a few TSAs and they questioned the heck out of him about where he was going, what he was doing and all they jazz. He told them his train was leaving in just a couple of minutes but they didn't let up. We missed our train and I spazzed. I was sure we were going to have to spend the night at the station and I was pissed (I don't know anything about how the train system works) but thank God there was another one coming up just a few minutes later.
There was a lot we didn't get to see due to time issues, but I'm not bummed about it. I know we'll be back.
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Next up: Great buys, no more sweat and heading home!