Let me count the bruises. Now, I never claimed to be Ms. Graceful, but holy shit - I came home with so many damn bruises I look like the poster child for Domestic Violence. My legs, my arms... even my damn toes. All bruised. What's worse is I cannot really recall how I got each one. Oh well. I think a lesser woman might worry about such trivial issues, but not me. It was worth it.
I'll probably be telling NYC stories for quite some time to come, but in the meantime, I'll just say that I had a very nice time. I got to do pretty much everything on my list and a few things NOT on my list.
Some things I did NOT get to do in NYC tho:
1. Get mugged. And damned if I didn't try.
2. I did not get to go to one of the "back rooms" of Chinatown and see all the knock-off designer purses I could purchase.
3. I did not see one damn celebrity. But I did see a few of Carlos Beltran's "relatives" running around in the subway system (you're welcome, JookyHC).
4. See Madison Square Garden
5. Frolic in Central Park. Yes, I said frolic.
6. Get so drunk I had to puke and/or pee in public. Again, try as I might, it just didn't happen.
Uhm, I can't think of any others just now. Maybe cause it's late and I'm still on EST. But then again, probably not. I got back yesterday and it's only an hour difference.
2 comments:
Appaerntly you will need to go back and try harder next time. I would have thought that you would have accomplished the peeing in public. What kind of big are you? I'm glad that you are back in TX. Enjoy the parade.
The parade is actually TOMORROW JookyHC... and everyone is invited. Alas, I will be at work, but I'll be there in spirit.
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