The Big Apple: part II

Today, after getting up and showered (I’m pretty sure that “Surprise Laundry”‘s surprise is that amount of fluff in their towels), we ventured out.

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Like….out.

And I’m sorry to say this to all of you parents of babies who you thinkare really good. But Charlotte is the best baby I have ever seen or heard of in my entire life. She was awesome the entire day. She smiled and smiled and laughed and laughed.

So it was easy to go wherever, whenever.

See this?

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We pretended that a guy came out of the back of this truck, and as soon as he did, a police detective comes by.

“Hey, Roberto Garcia? You know Bobby Donatello?”

“What? Yeah, I know him. He worked here for a few months then left. Haven’t heard from him since.”

The detective gives him a card, “If you see him, give us a call.”

Pretty sure that’s what happened as we left.

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[I bet, then, Bobby ran out from behind this stand and knocked over a few apples along the way. Damn that Bobby Donatello.]

We saw a zillion food carts, all selling the same things.

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And then….we rode the subway.

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Charlotte was cool with it.

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Dirty. That one word sums up the world below the city.

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How are New Yorkers ever healthy?! I don’t understand.

Then we emerged from that dangerous tunnel..

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…and walked to Rockefeller Center.

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We had a quick bite at a bakery there, around 11:00 or so.

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Rockefeller Center ice skating:

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And just cuz I totally love and support breastfeeding…

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Danny?

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I wish.

It’s crowded here, that’s for sure.

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If I sound like a total tourist it’s because I am one.

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Dan’s girlfriend…

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After a couple hours of walking around, Charlotte called it quits.

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Then we went to the McGraw-Hill building where we met Lino Rulli.

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Yes, my Catholic friends. Lino Rulli, the Catholic Guy himself.

He signed my book. Well, his book, but the one I bought. Okay, so it’s really my mom’s that I borrowed and when he signed it, I had him make it out to me. I love Lino Rulli.

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Then we went to the top of Rockefeller Center to this amazing view:

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As we walked down the street, we spied these delicious treats..

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so we bought some.

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Odd. They were odd.

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Then we went to Grand Central Station…

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Then the market.

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So many spices.

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And more subway. Not the restaurant.

A mariachi band on the subway? Yes.

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Then we went back to Pat’s apartment.

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The next pictures are crappy because my nice camera’s photos were being uploaded (left at the apartment) while we went out. But you’ll get the picture. Literally…you’ll get the pictures.

So anyway, we had time to kill before our 7:00 dinner reservation, so we took a cab down to MOMA. Museum of Modern Art.

They have cool highchairs.

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I had rigatoni at the MOMA cafe and it was delicious.

We saw some art.

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What, Charlotte? Does Van Gogh bore you? Psh…babies…

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Let’s just say that Patrick ‘gets’ art…

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After that we went to Bar Americain which is Bobby Flay’s restaurant. Oh my amazing.

French Onion Soup:

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Apple Salad:

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Adorable Blurry Baby:

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Veggie Lasagna:

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The Best Brussels Sprouts Ever:

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Wine:

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Creepy Zombie Patrick:

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And then we came back to Patrick’s apartment where I met his roommate, a super cute and nice girl who has a blog….

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We had a really great day and are ending it with television. I cannot tell you how exhausted I am. I am sore and tired. And yes, I’m totally embarrassed to admit that.

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One thought on “The Big Apple: part II

  1. Lindsay

    Oh, Ruthie. I am so outrageously jealous. I dreamed of living in NYC when I was young. My dad said I would hate it (the dirty factor) but I don’t believe him. I have never been, so I am living vicariously for sure!

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