Like I went to New York.. where we were greeted by this... so very true... really my thought exactly and not just in NYC.
(photo from New York Times)
AND, we were in the 14th row, so I could see that for 70 she looks really good. It was awesome. I know I'm weird. I followed directions and didn't take my camera... duh me. Had I taken it, I could have taken the above picture, I WAS THAT CLOSE.... But the lady next to me lied to me, and said she'd email me hers. I'm still waiting....
In addition to Babs, we hit the world trade center memorial, where we were reminded the horror of that day.
Yep, he's got on whitey tighties.. THAT'S ALL. I'll spare you the details of the OLD man, in a thong bikini that had boobs... it's an image I didn't need to see..
Anyway, after lunch we headed down to SoHo and ran into a store I sometimes have ordered knitting stuff from. So of course I had to go in. Right? Other than that, we wandered around, had delish foods and drinks and being us had to go to the water.
The next morning after seeing Babs, we said good bye to NYC,
and headed out to Rhode Island, a charming little town, Newport. Kind of like what you'd imagine an East Coast fishing village to be. We hung out there, wandering around in the little shops, enjoying some lobster.
I have to say Nantucket was way charming... It's stone streets and expensive real estate.
we headed out to our hotel, and out for dinner. I sent my children a quick text to let them know they were not orphans, we had survived our flights.
We found a restaurant, ate outside, (it was kinda cool) and then enjoyed their live music in the bar. Bet you can't guess what we had....
Lobster. What else do you have in New England?
The following day, we were scheduled to fly out of Boston and decided to take a little detour to Plymouth Rock via a lighthouse. Where it was super windy, and Mark needed his sunglasses to keep the sand out of his eyes...
Since my 10th great grandfather came into Plymouth on a little ship called the Mayflower, I thought it'd be cool.
This replica of the Mayflower showed us how SMALL the boat was. Now I like to sail, not on this...all the way across the 'big pond'. In steerage, no less.
We treated the Indians poorly.. just saying.
This houses 'the rock'
After that visit we headed to Boston, and learned we were delayed... great. Drove around Boston, checked out Harvard, and Beacon Hill, and finally decided we would head to the airport.
We arrived a mere 2 1/2 hours late, but did at least get home. And home we came to all that that week
held. I know you are thinking it's just a dog, move on.. but I'm still sad. Sorry.
Maybe, I need to take my cue from Liz Taylor, who said...