So, I suppose I'll just tell the story of Bev and Mala's NYC getaway with pictures. Deal?
Fabulous time, of course. So I'll skip all the boring, mushy poo about how awesome it was and how much fun I have
The drive to NYC was incredibly fast and easy, making Bev and I wonder why we haven't done this a thousand times before. We were in our room in Times Square, 40th floor, enjoying a bottle of vino by 3pm.
A mere 3 1/2 hours later, we made our way to the hotel lobby bar to meet fellow blogger, Porkstar.
We chatted, we laughed, and after
This is us having breakfast, in a lawn chair, in Times Square. That rawks!
No trip anywhere is complete for bev and me until we hit a wax museum. It is the only way we can secure photographic memories with celebs.
Oprah! That bitch is always borrowing money!
I've been replaced as Bev's BFF by Baa-baa!
It would be a fabulous show, "Brad Minus Seven".
Don't we make Ty-Ty look like a pig? I thought so.
Seriously Gorbie, grape jam? I can't take you anywhere!
Who the hell is this broad! She's boring. I think I'll mock her. What? She's not a wax figure??? Opps, my bad.
I had to punch this poorly formed wax interpretation of Mick Jagger because it sucked so badly.
Cozy with the Clooney
Cozy-er with the Captain.
Stevie! Stevie! It's me!
Where did you think Britney learned all her moves??
Duet with The Killer
That explains the hair!
Clearly, we annoy Prince.
Amazingly we weren't asked to leave Madame Toussands, but oddly enough, it was this clever pose that made Bev stop and say, "No, no. You can't do that! It's inappropriate!
What? I was just trying to be helpful!
There's more pictures... but they really are inappropriate.
So after the wax debauchery, Bev and I went to the Broadway play, Mama Mia. I know what your thinking... where's the picture? Well, there are no pictures but I did find this image and let's just say, it sums it up.
We then met up with Bev's fabulous, young Meryl Streep look-a-like friend
and my ol' college pal Jason and his girlfriend..
and went to a wonderful little Italian resturant who made us wait, like 4 whole minutes for a table, so they apologized with complimentary "wine while you wait". Niiiccceeee....
The food was fabulous but apparently the owner was still feeling badly about making us wait, literally moments to be seated, that he also sent as a round of after dinner Amerretto followed by a massive chocolatey dessert.
Sunday, Bev and I ventured beyond the confines of Times Square and took a movie & TV sight seeing bus tour. After about an hour, we were certain that our tour guide only watches Spider Man and Gossip Girl. So as they stopped for a slice of greasey pizza, Bev and I bailed and took in a fabulous brunch at side walk table at a cute little French bistro... in apparently Little Italy, so only serving Italian fare. But it was all good.
With bellies full and the sun shining, Bev and I got out barings and decided to hoof it back to our hotel, a mere 50 blocks away.
At 26th Street we caught a cab.
Good times indeed. I will leave you with random pictures of Bev and I in Times Square.
And back to reality. Dinner on the ride home was far less satisfying.....
...and no "wine while you wait".