Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I scored 3 tickets from my aunt for the game the other night. I took Weenie and her brother. We suited up in our gear before we left the house. Our seats were on the 3rd row behind the opposing team. We ate, drank and screamed our selves hoarse! You must have a hot dog at the game. It's a rule.
Just before tipoff.
Monday, January 21, 2008
We could only take photos on the first floor.
The museum was great and they did have one Chagall and a whole bunch of Kandinskys. I love Kandinsky.
After the museum, Mooey wanted to check out this candy store. It's owned by Ralph Lauren's daughter.
I snagged this picture of Bloomingdale's while I was waiting.
This store was amazing. Three stories high! Check out all the different colors you could buy!
The store was very crowded but we managed to see everything. I bought several things but didn't go nuts.
We had two short blocks to the show. There was already a line when we got there.
The show was brilliant. I cried about 7 times. I bought the soundtrack. OMG, I'm such a fig.
We got a cab back to the apartment. We needed to drop off our bags before dinner. Oh, and eat a cupcake.
Mooey and I split the cupcake from Dylan's Candy Bar. We had milk and everything. Too bad that didn't make up for a shitty dry cupcake.
Here's my awesome purchase from the M & M store. How fucking awesome is she?
We had dinner reservations with Mooey's parents and little brother here at 6:30. It was raining so we cabbed it.
I ordered the Alambre de Camarones which consisted of grilled shrimp marinated in a garlic vinaigrette with onions, tomatoes, serrano peppers and roasted tomato-jalapeno pepper sauce. It was so good I almost cried.
After 4 margaritas, we started walking back towards the apartment. I snapped this picture of the Christmas tree at Lincoln Center.
We hadn't had enough so we decided to go to the P & G Cafe for more drinks. About a block from the bar, the bottom fell out and we got soaked. Nothing a little Yuengling couldn't cure.
After Mooey snapped this jewel, I thought they were going to ask us to leave. I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. God we're obbie.
Oh, not obbie enough? Let's shoot Jack Daniels!
It was over after that. We stumbled the remaining three blocks home. I'm pretty sure Mooey ran into me a dozen times.