My laundry list of reasons why I'm too busy to update this thing have run out. Darn it. (Pity party invitations are in the mail.) I mean, good for you if you care to read this - me, well, it basically means my bestie Dania wins and here I am. Back to blogging. (Not that I don't love blogging, but it takes time out of my super busy schedule of Teen Wolf and Real Housewives of New Jersey.)
I reason that enough should happen this summer - we have plans! we have friends! people like us! - that I shouldn't fall off the face of the earth again until at least September. I'm being as honest as I can be because isn't that the best policy? I'm trying here people.
Sir Charles and I just returned from a little vacation to New York.
We went because why not.
We did really nerdy things like spend 5 hours on Ellis Island.
We had EPIC shoe failures that put last year's trip to DC to SHAME. We'll get to that later (stop the judging right now).
New York was great. Not to toot my own horn (toot), but here is what I am great at in New York:
-Hailing cabs. I'm practically Carrie Bradshaw.
-Screaming "HEY I'M WALKIN' HERE" at cars.
-Recognizing aging child stars walking through West Village (Oh Dustin Diamond, how poorly you have aged.)
I was a regular New Yorker and by that, I mean, one fanny pack and a yellow family reunion t-shirt away from being so touristy you're almost offensive.
ANYways, we had a great trip, there are lots of stories, so I should have plenty to write to you about at least until the next big adventure begins (that adventure's name is Dania's doing a bodybuilding competition and I will be blogging ALL about it - she's the one who wanted me back blogging most, so she deserves to get exploited most.)
Surprise, surprise, I took about a bazillion and a half pictures so we'll start with a few favorites today and story time will be tomorrow. Giddy up.
I loved the way New York looked in black and white, so these are my BW edits. Chuck, who doesn't understand things like "art" and "culture" says enjoy our trip to New York in the '20s. He was a joy to be with for 8 days.
|The New York Public Library. We didn't go in. We learned enough elsewhere apparently.|
|We get off the boat at Liberty Island. Chuck says, "She is looking so good for 125 years old AND she is dating statues half her age." He said this on our anniversary, evidently to remind me why I don't want to be married to him.|
|The Brooklyn Bridge. No whining - I did good walking it. Everyone was shocked.|
|Washington Square. |
NYU is all around it, there are 19 year old hipsters with video cameras everywhere, and we just sat and watched them make their melodramatic "My life is so tough" films for about 20 minutes. Best 20 minutes of the whole trip.
|This is at the new 9/11 memorial. This side of the memorial has the names of the servicemen and women who died in the towers. My brother's a cop so despite my typical lack-of-soul I found this part very moving.|
|Bethesda Fountain in Central Park AKA a place where they filled a scene in Friends with Benefits which means Justin Timberlake has been here. Hallowed. Ground.|
|Bow Bridge on The Lake in Central Park. Chuck took me for a little row. The man loves the sea. He missed his Ship's Wheel.|
|More Central Park.|