New York, New York

Because I super suck at blogging. 

   
    
    
    
    
 FFriday was lunch with Norm and his wife at Billy’s pizza, meeting up with Tessa and Demetrius and the most expensive Mexican restaurant outing OF MY LIFE. Tessa and I played an escape game in Chinatown and got a liiiittle bit lost before deciding to go up the Empire State Building. I didn’t know cold until I went on the windy side of that observation deck, but I think I could have stared at those lights all night if Tessa hadn’t asked to go in. 

Saturday morning we played another escape game, grabbed brunch at a fancy crepe place/witnessed a 7-year-old have a complete meltdown and walked around Central Park and The Met before riding the Staten Island Ferry. We ate at some hipster meatball restaurant — that’s right, an entire restaurant dedicated to balls of meat — preceded by macaroons from another hipster bakery. 

Macaroons were not exactly what I expected in a bad way, and the same for the meat balls (I had veggie meatballs with a pesto sauce because ain’t no restaurant name gonna tell me what to order) but in a great way. Then we went home and slept because we walked NINE MILES. 

We hit the Grattitude Cafe in Brooklyn on Sunday morning and walked around Prospect Park just long enough to climb a tree (me), juggle snowballs (Demetrius) and be told the skating rink was too full for us to get in after waiting 30 minutes. 

So then we went and got ice cream instead. Basically the same thing, right?

D and I sent Tessa packing, hit the grocery store long enough to give me sticker shock and then I had to grab the next train to Baltimore. 

New York is overwhelming in every sense of the word to every sense in the body, but it was such a fun weekend. There’s so much to see and do that there’s no way we could cover it all, but I still feel like we stayed busy. 

But boy, was I glad to see the stars shining over my yard when I got out of the car Monday night. The city lights are nice, but they’ll never come close to the way the stars shine at home. 

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