Griffin and Darwin returned to school today (fifth and third grade, someone please explain to me how that happened), and my summer travel is over.
Aaron? Well, let's just say that poor boy has put in a lot of hours and flew out on an emergency trip Saturday afternoon. Sigh.
I've been home just over a week, and New York was... pretty much what I expected.
Big.
Loud.
Busy.
I didn't expend it to zap all my youthfulness and age me quickly, but when there's a song about a New York Minute, heh - they weren't kidding.
The BlogHer Conference was held at 6th and 53rd...
... and although the majority of my time was spent in the hotel at the conference, I did manage to sneak away to see Times Square at night...
... take a subway down to Ground Zero (but didn't realize we needed tickets into the memorial)...
... so we visited St. Paul's Chapel ....
... and took a cab to babycakes in Chinatown...
But yes, I was gluten'd by the hotel we were at, it was not awesome. Luckily I figured it out rather quickly and took necessary steps to avoid going to the ER.
It's a special type of talent to gluten someone with a bowl of fresh fruit.
My "find me gluten free" app worked fantastically, and I was kept alive by Naked Pizza...
and Lili's 57...
New York is a bit of a dirty mistress for me: lights, glamour, excitement, but there's no way I can keep up with that crazy bitch.
1 comment:
is that what's it called? Find Me Gluten Free?
gonna get that!
I wish I had more you-time in NY. you with a voice... :-)
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