The NYC Chronicles

Snippets from conversations & a few tales during our wonderful stay in NYC…

We went to Benihana for dinner the second night.
And I met:

Tracy Morgan.
Not a great shot of me – and he looks less than happy, too.
But he did preface my photo opportunity by saying he had to pee….so….
And I also found out that onions give him gas.
Fun times.

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We went to Macy’s.
Oh, my. It’s bigger than you think it is.

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FYI — chestnuts roasting on a street cart smell pretty nasty.
I heard they taste good.
But I couldn’t do it.

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Carys: Wow. The subway smells like chicken nuggets.

Really? I didn’t know chicken nuggets smelled like that….

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Cailyn in the subway: LOOK!!! A mouse!

That’s not a mouse.

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The view of the city from 31 floors up was spectacular.

51 floors up was pretty special, too.
I can only imagine how beautiful it is in the Summer…

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The Rockefeller Christmas tree was amazing.
And huge.
Amazingly huge.

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The festively decorated storefronts were amazing.
The girls were mesmerized.

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Cailyn’s favorite thing to do on the subway:

Carys liked riding…

Carys: “Mr. Chris, do you know what you’re supposed to do to strangers?”
We all panicked….
“You bite ’em. My mommy told me that…”.
I think the men sitting next to her changed seats after that. At least she listens to my mommy-babble. Sometimes.
When Cai wasn’t asleep, she was dancing…

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We ventured to Chinatown, which is one of my favorite trips.
We saw lots of new things.

From my FaceBook page:

I like it when I’m walking down the street & men
are tempting me with whispers about Tiffany,
diamonds, cashmere & purses. It’s like a dream
come true…but my dreams usually don’t require subtitles.
Go figure…

A petite woman asked us if we wanted a purse.
We said yes.
Then followed her quick-paced weaving through streets to an “office” building.
No offices there. Just fake storefronts and many, many lookouts for the fake purse market.

I kind of felt like Carrie Bradshaw for a while.
It was a little intimidating, and it was NO joke.
Thankfully, my fabulous tour guides were well versed in how-to-behave-properly-while-obtaining-copycat-merchandise.
I think it’s New Yorker 101.

And I have a great bag to show for it!

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On Thursday, I also met a few ladies that I have been friends with since 2003.
I’ve never met them in person – we’re message board buddies. Long story for another time.
But it was great to meet them!

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Cailyn: Mommy! Someone dropped a bunch of candy on the steps!!!

Nope.
It’s just Dylan’s Candy Bar.
Divine.

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We visited Max Brenner on New Year’s Eve.
And had chocolate for dinner.

I had S’Mores something-or-other. And chocolate stout – also referred to as Big Girl Chocolate Milk.
Delish.

Cailyn had something called a star-something chocolate waffle.
With gummy bears.
And vanilla bean ice cream.
And chocolate sauce.
And sugar.

Carys had chocolate crepes.
And a sugar high.
In case you can’t tell…

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More to come.