Part 1: NYC or Bust

Well, I suppose I should start with Wednesday.  I got up at 6:30am to get ready to paint, and paint I did that day!  In an effort to finish the house so I wouldn't have any work to do when I got back from New York, I worked until 9:30pm to finish it off. Unfortunately, it ain't finished, but that's another story for another time. 

Regardless, I stupidly stayed up to watch Dave that night, knowing full well I had to get up at 3 to go pick up Ross.  I would later regret this, as you'll see.  After picking up Ross and yelling "CHIPS!" and "JEBUS!" a bunch of times, we were on our way and on the road by 4am.  Starting at around 6:30, Ross and I noticed an overabundance of deer carcass littering the highway in front of us; and sure enough, about ten minutes later, we missed hitting a deer by mere inches.  It should be noted, however, that I may have been hallucinating, as I was operating on about two hours of sleep.  But let's just say it happened...I'm pretty sure it did.

That sleep, or lack thereof, really became a problem, as I was nodding off every five minutes or so; thank God for those rumble strips...  This problem necessitated a stop-off at a rest area to catch a few Z's.  As of now, Ross has no recollection of this stop, as he was out cold.

Now, you may be asking, why the hell am I spending so much time talking about these rather inane events? Why am I rambling on about imaginary deer? Well, it's my webpage, foo!  If you don't like it, get your own!  What about monkeys?

Anyway, after about six hours, as expected, Ross began to act strangely.  If you find him throwing a shirt over his head and waving his arms at passing motorists strange, that is.  We got a few dirty looks and one good "scowl."  This behavior continued for some time, until Ross realized there were no passing drivers.

Finally, at around the eight-hour mark, we began to see signs for Manhattan.  But, to tell you the truth, I kind of wanted to see Queens, so I decided to go the wrong way and get lost.  We crossed the Triboro bridge and ended up on Broadway (no, not THE Broadway) in Queens.  You might not think so, but the Queens version of Broadway Ave bears many striking similarities to its Manhattan counterpart.  For instance, there are a number of plays and musicals there, like Rats, Ecuadorian on the Roof, and the winner of no Tony Awards, Hey, Look at those Homeless Guys in the Dumpster.  I really enjoyed our time in Queens; we did get to pass Yankee Stadium (which means we must've somehow traveled into the Bronx), which Ross refused to take a picture of because of his intense dislike for Jorge Posada.

After finally getting our bearings, we hit the Midtown tunnel and emerged in Manhattan, none the worse for wear.