Red Truck Road Trip - WEST Coast Team

I still don’t have any words to describe all the indignities I suffered whilst traveling with Mike in New York. The only words that come to mind right now are a bunch of four-letter ones. Actually, I just want to spew those verbal bullets because I wanted to go watch a musical on Broadway, but Mike wouldn’t take me. Instead, he met up with his Uncle (who proceeded to take us all over Manhattan) and then forced me to have my picture taken with the Naked Cowboy of Times Square. Mike’s uncle, Sid, had the right idea: while Mike was making me engage in what many states would consider soft-core pornography, he was standing across the street pretending to have no association with his deviant nephew.

So we spent a grand total of a day and a half in New York, which essentially amounted to a forced march all over the island while Sid rambled on about historical trivia concerning each site we visited. Mike, of course, loved every minute of it. I kept on nagging the jerks to take me to see Sweeney Todd, and they finally caved and took me to go see Hairspray… the movie, not the musical. Whatever, it was two hours in a cool theater on a hot and muggy day, so it was good enough for me (even if it did have John Travolta in a fat suit and a mini skirt).

So Sid and Mike (and me, stuffed in a bag, naturally), covered most of the territories between Central Park and Battery Park, including Times Square, the Apple Store, a street fair in the middle of downtown, Union Square (Mike found some pretty talented breakdancers, incidentally), the Meatpacking District, Little Italy (some of the best eateries *ever*, by the way), and Ground Zero.   I’d write more, but I’m still recovering from the jetlag.  And laughing at Mike for how he walked a blister onto his foot… again.