I bet New Yorkers hate that song.
So here we go, the obligatory travel log.
We only spent three days in the Big Apple, so we hopped to the most important things. Ya know. Gray's Papaya hot dogs and Roxy's cheesecake. (So. So yummy. Although J Dawgs is better.)
My Man spilled. It's okay, hun - it was very spillable.
We did everything. EVERYTHING. I will spare you the 24729837429424 pictures of random buildings that I took, however. Suffice it to say that if you've heard of it, we saw it. (Even the "P" where Eloise lives.)
We did the tour bus thingy, and it was freakin' cold. And all our warm stuff is currently in a big container at sea. So. We were freakin' cold. And wet. And cold. Did I mention it was cold?
We saw lots of cool things on top of the double-decker, including this statue. If anyone wants to tell me what it means, please do. (For serious. This is keeping me up at night.)
I zoomed to take a picture of this bird. I had trouble walking normally on top of the Empire State Building. I'm not afraid of heights, but can we say vertigo?
Central Park was amazing. The lung of the city.
At least I didn't have this much luggage.