Travel day. We must get ourselves back to Dulles in that rental car and fly to New York City. One of the evil things about advertising is that just now, in my mind, I heard an angry Texan in a commercial say in a sarcastic anger, "Newwww York City!?!?" I have never eaten the advertised product, and I never expect to eat it. Yet I will forever remember it solely because they have spoiled those words for me. I think it is why I often call it Manhattan, just to avoid a clip from that commercial being played in my head.
So... this is awesome. We get to the airport Hertz and see the bus pulling away. This meant that we would have to wait for the next shuttle. Barbie casually mentions to the guy who checked our car in that we are in a bit of a hurry, and before I knew what was happening he called for another guy to come over and drive us directly to the terminal in the car we had just returned. Seriously. The best service imaginable. I am not even sure I could imagine it.
Some of you may remember, if you were reading the Waste back in March, that during the March 2010 visit to NYC I fell madly in love with Oreo Speedwagon, kitty extraordinaire. We will be staying with our friend Denise for the first half of this trip, which means...
And, after getting some quality time with Oreo, we ventured into Denise's fantastic neighborhood for a meal. Within three blocks there are around 20 restaurants to pick from.
After lunch, we took naps. Then I woke up and met Kim, Denise's friend who is also visiting while we visit, while Barbie continued napping. Kim is from Switzerland, by way of London, New York, Los Angeles, and Texas. Kim already has plans, which means dinner is going to be Barbie and I with Denise. Please note, Denise is such a gracious host that she has two gists from Los Angeles and one from Switzerland at the same time.
And with that, we have returned to New York. Los Angeles is home; New York feels like home whenever we are here. For the record, you cannot really expect us to do anything touristy while we are here. No broadway shows, no sightseeing. Not much history for the Waste. We are visiting with friends and eating great meals. That is about all we have planned. And we could not be looking more forward to it.
And for the record, the friends will not get the camera uncomfortably pointed into their faces, while the meals will be photographed religiously for you, the loyal Waster.