Cool, so I’m actually bloggin about the end of my trip!

New York rocks my socks off. First thing I remember Friday was lunch at Carnegie. Once Hell freezes over and I put the NYC pix on Flickr, you guys can see em, but until then, just imagine a sandwich-esque object the size of one of those antique telephones with the rotary pad. It was pretty huge. Like, you can’t fit it all in your mouth at one time. It’s heavan between two pieces of bread. As awesome as Artisinal was, there’s nothing like eating at Carnegie Deli. They have making corned beef down to a science, I tell you. It’s the perfect texture; not too dry, but not too tender. It pulls apart when you want it to, but holds together so that every bite you take, you think, “wow.” There is no better sandwich on our greenish planet.
After Carnegie, we headed down to the Apple store, where Nina tried, and expressed her complaints for, the iPhone. I want one more than a cat wants catnip. If that makes sense. Problem is, I suck at saving money, but I’m getting an iPhone. Then a guitar. Then a vespa. It’ll work. Trust me. Anyways, Nina says that if they put in a real keyboard and made it so that you could change the battery on your own that she would buy one. She knows it’s awesome, but she just doesn’t want to admit it. The new iMacs look great, and I’d rant about iLife and iWork, but I already have them. I spent most of the time loading this blog on the iPhone. And still only 4 hits! Come on, people!!! Anyhoo, that went pretty well.
Then we went and sat in Central Park and didn’t read the books I had carried around for people all day. We just sat and watched people walk, which in my opinion is much more enticing than 1984. After doing nothing for an hour and a half, we went to Nina’s relative’s house, played with the baby, had some Chai and Samosas, and went down to see our play.
We saw I love you, You’re perfect, Now change. It was relatively funny, but I don’t think it taught anyone anything. Unless they’ve led a very sheltered life. Then they might have learnt something. Anyways, it was very cute, and I would definitely reccomend it if you’re looking for an off-brodaway play, which in my opinion are often better than on-broadway productions. I’m into smaller things (think Blue Man Group). More audience interactivity.
After that, we got an OK dinner at a restaurant down the street at some diner. I got a cajun chicken sandwich, which was quite good, but insanely salty in some places, which doesn’t make for a great sandwich. We would have had a bigger dinner if it wasn’t for Carnegie, but I feel that, foodwise, it was a quite excellent day.
First major thing on Saturday was the street fair. They have everything
you could imagine, from iPod cases to lamb kabobs. Grandma judie refers
to all the merchandise as the “S.O.S:” Same Old Shit. While it did seem
to get repetative, there was some truely cool schtuff there. Anyways, then we met some of my dad’s old friends for lunch at Grand Central, where I finally got my Indian fix. Unless you count Chai and Samosas. But I had some pretty awesome chicken tikkah masala and chana masalah. A pretty good lunch for a train station. After that, we went home, caught a cab to the airport, and hopped on the plain back to ATLANTA!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!

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