our last full day of vacation started at the tip of manhattan.
somewhere we hadn't explored before.
the financial district/wall street area runs down to the tip, and then you
get to the water and piers.
where you can pretend to be a captain or a sailor.
or just look like a stud.
richard is the only one of us who can take a successful panoramic picture.
in the ones i attempt you can see the same building/pick your landmark
multiple times.
a view of the financial district.
we strolled around the piers, and tasted a knish for the first time.
knish = delish
we went a little further to find a little market, and we enjoyed some
hand-shaved flavored ice.
then we found the real soup nazi. he wasn't really there, and
i'm not sure if i should be happy or sad about that. but we did
enjoy ourselves a piping hot bowl of the lobster bisque, and
yada yada yada, elaine was right. the bisque really was amazing.
we loved the met our first trip to the city, and we've wanted to do another
museum, so we hit up the moma this time around.
the only thing i really wanted to see was starry night.
and the only thing richard wanted to see was a lot of painted boobs.
boy, did he get his wish. i'm sure people thought we were very mature.
my favorite part was this child-themed display.
the cheese & crackers/chess & checkers house was a must on
our list of stops to make. i trusted richard to remind me how to
play chess...
big mistake. 4-move win and that's all she wrote. rudey dog.
richard hit up the halal cart again, i grabbed a cannoli,
and we had a little picnic in the park...
to stretch our stomachs before we headed off to dinner.
i'd found a coupon for an indian restaurant near times square
before our last trip, but we never got to use it. i ended up finding
it in my guide book on this trip, so we thought we'd give it a go.
there was a construction zone in front of the place, and it was deader
than dead. when we showed the guy the coupon he about threw a
tantrum, but he composed himself enough to seat us and then treat
us like garbage the whole time we were there. never refilled our
drinks, never checked on us after we had our food, didn't look at us
when he spoke to us, was super ornery, and i literally think he turned
up the heat to sweat us out because it was like a freaking sauna.
richard was a good sport, but i was so ticked. and the food wasn't
even that good. that's him in the background in the white shirt.
what a punk.
luckily, as soon as we left that blasted place, my spirits
were lifted by the fact that richard had to eat more pizza.
he was obviously not as excited as i was.
after eating his 9th slice, we decided it would be fun to take one last walk
over the brooklyn bridge. not only because we love it, but because it would
somehow be symbolic of the fact that this was our last big hurrah pre-baby.
we must've looked at the subway map cross-eyed, because we ended up choosing
the completely wrong stop and wound up taking a 2-mile detour to find the
freaking bridge. by the time we were there, neither of us really wanted to do it,
but we did it for the memory and sybmolism of the thing.
here we are at the halfway point, smiling, but really wanting to just lay down
on the bench and cry. why is it that on all of our trips to new york
we've never walked more than the one where i was 7 months pregnant?
we eventually made it back to our little hole in the wall and collapsed.
the next morning we ate breakfast at a little cafe on the corner, where
they served us complimentary thimble of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
we then utilized our metro cards one last time to get to the airport.
richard proved that he's a stellar bubble-blower while we waited
for the bus. believe me, they got much bigger than this. i tried to
compete for a minute, but i just really like to swallow bubble gum.
i also really love chocolate donuts. specifically the bismark variety.
they're the perfect pre-flight snack, in my opinion.
before we knew it we were headed back to reality:
a world where richard could get internet access to do his homework,
and where i would have to stop completely denying the fact that we
would soon be parents. woof.
funny and sad that the only place we've taken a taxi is in slc.
there were so many great moments on this trip, but i also felt like it was
kind of a bust. our place was a disappointment, but i waited too long to find
a good deal like i usually do, and richard was so stressed about his homework
that i felt guilty for dragging him across the country so i could have one last
"fling" with my favorite city (and my favorite guy). he has since assured me
that the trip was a success, and i am really glad we did it. i can hold grudges
forever (i will never forgive that indian restaurant owner), but apparently
guilt and regret don't affect me the same way.
and i know it wasn't a last fling. i'll be back, ny. i'll be back.
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