Alas, the fate of all vacations is completion. I’ve been back in NYC now for 48+ hours. A harsh reality I tell you. Blue skies, the swish of waves and bottomless frozen yummyness replaced with horns-a-plenty, invasive buildings and, ummm, rain. Rain, rain, rain.
Small bonus = I got to watch “Biggest Loser” on airplane TV while awaiting clearance to land. Pictured below is aforementioned Rudy, our favorite bartender. We took an immediate liking to him simply because he didn’t think we were American. “You are too quiet to be American,” he told us. Shhhh, I think I hear Happy Hour.