Adventures

I send my pardons to Susan who is currently sitting on my left dealing with an idiot who does not understand that 2 minutes online does NOT equal the thirty she already paid for. Sigh...

Alrighty. Despite my worries, we did make it to New York completely without any trouble at all. Except that they had to check Susan's film rolls for gun powder. (There was none)

Friday night, we hit Restaurant Row and got some Thai food. The lovely thing about it was that it was like eleven o'clock at night. It is really, really hard to find something open at eleven o'clock at night at home. So nice.

Mmmm. Let's see. We've done so much that I can't even remember!

I got up early on Saturday morning to work out. Shocking, I know, but how can you resist the lure of working out while looking over Times Square from the 23rd floor.

Susan and I made it out of the hotel before 10. Also shocking if you are familiar with either of our weekend sleeping schedules. (Saturday morning? What's that?)

We ate breakfast at Majestic Deli. Relatively unremarkable, except for the part where Susan threw her breakfast on the ground. No, it didn't make her mad, and no she was not trying to emulate the klutziness of yours truly. She was just trying to make her big splash on Broadway. Haha. Splash.

On the flight up from Greensboro, Susan had a Lucky magazine that

::Interruption, as I'm choking on the extremely overbearing and strong perfume of the woman standing near me. *Hack. Hack*::

talked about some interesting areas in NYC. One of the things that struck our fancy was a "Young Designer's Fair" in Nolita. That's "North of LIttle Italy" for those in the know. AKA me. I purchased some pretty cool earrings (aren't they lovely?) and Susan found a nifty, hand made dress which she actually got to purchase from the cool-accented designer herself. Fun.

Then we... wandered around Nolita, fell in love with various too-expensive purses and too-expensive skirts and a mirror. That was Susan who loved the mirror. (and it didn't even tell her she was the fairest in the land - it just sat there!)

Eventually we wandered into Little Italy after a late lunch at the Lovely Day Cafe. Delish. OH!!! And I almost forgot the most important thing: Rice to Riches. Rice to Riches, people, that's right. It is a desserty type place (akin to Baskin Robbins or Maggie Moo's) that specializes in RICE PUDDING. Who KNEW that rice pudding could be so sexy? It was terribly good. So good that we're both hankering to go back for more. I recommend the chocolate chip flirt.

Ummm... A bit of Little Italy, a bit of Chinatown, and a bit of frustration with the massive, slow-moving crowds. And a bit of purchasing of cheap junk (me) and a quest for the perfect shoe (Susan).

We finally had to get back to the hotel (did I mention that the hotel is magnificent? It is. The fairest in the... block) to change for... WICKED. Wicked, Wicked, Wicked, oh how I love thee. Let me count the ways. 1. You rock. 2. I love you. 3. Green is cool.

In the ... I've completely lost the word I was looking for. I'm almost out of time. That's what I was trying to say. I'll write more tomorrow, when I can expound proliferatively on our Saturday night and Sunday.

Oh, I forgot to mention the coffee at Ferrera's in Little Italy. Mmmmm. Love coffee. Love.