Those of you that follow me on twitter know how long this post was in coming--trust me, I had so many photos to go through. My memory card was filled up on the first day...whoops. (Of course, I was taking videos too.) But here we are at last--our full and fun New York roadtrip weekend. I'm going to bombard you with photos. You were warned.
We set off bright and early in the morning to do the city, typical tourists that we are.
So we retraced our steps, seeing exciting things like Newsies posters (!), lion statutes, and cute little girls in coats that I of course took creeper pictures of.
At last we came to Grand Central Station, which of course coincidentally we had already passed by. Or maybe we hadn't...I don't remember. We were kind of okay with getting lost. Anyway, it was a lovely shade of blue inside and quite bustling and it felt like we should be in a movie. At least I thought so.
Meet Chris's iPhone. I cannot tell you how many times that thing saved us direction-wise during this trip.
Chris also thought that it was necessary to do something very daring and memorable while in Grand Central Station, and thus he decided to slide down a bannister in a very sophisticated way.
Then we had to head downstairs to get our metro passes for the weekend. Figuring out how to work that out was quite the adventure.
Then out we went to figure out where we were and where to get food. We ended up stopping for New York style pizza--and geez the slices were huge. So, so good. Walking makes me hungry, folks.
And we kept walking, and seeing buildings, and laughing, and feeling stylish, and trying to figure out where we were (there was a lot of that).
At one point while we were talking, I said a random French phrase to Caitlin (because I do that from time to time), and this girl walking in front of us turned around and looked at me and then started whispering with her friends. Apparently in French. Yeah. I didn't speak French very loudly after that. Though I did speak in a British accent with no shame for the better part of the weekend.
And then there was Times Square.
Times Square...I'm not sure how to describe it. It's not at all what you expect, and yet everything it should be. Being there made me realize just how difficult it is to get those postcard-perfect photos. It was so big and loud and and bright and energetic. So...full.
There were characters dressed up and walking around, street artists on display, and people going every which way while the screens flashed and buildings rose to the sky. Edward Scissorhands made a move for my hair and I had to duck. Oh, and there was a huge-huge-huge Avengers poster. That never hurts. Neither does natural sunflare.
We knew we'd be back through Times Square, so we didn't spend a whole lot of time there. What we did do, of course, was shopping. Mostly browsing, but in all the fancy-pants New York stores, it was still a blast.
So we passed Times Square and kept walking and walking and walking and walking like we did all weekend, really.
And sooner or later, we came to Central Park. Caitlin and Cassie found this worth celebrating.
Central Park itself was undergoing renovations of some sort, and the part we were in (which wasn't a very large part, in reality) was rather disappointingly unspectacular. Nonetheless, this ended up being one of the greatest times of the trip. We all took turns playing this crazy game called Kadima and looking like
We kept walking. We saw the Empire State Building--not all that pretty if you don't mind me saying so.
Also, we unknowingly crashed a wedding. We were visiting St. Patrick's Cathedral, and there just happened to be a bridal party walking out at the moment we got in there. Open to the public, obviously. Bucket list item fulfilled?
Then, we went to dinner. After we found our way, of course. Chris works for this super nice man who decided to buy us all dinner...even though he was in LA at the time. So with his blessing, we sought out a super fancy restaurant and ate in style.
This was also one of the highlights of the trip. We sat in that restaurant for hours, having every kind of deep discussion about friendships and relationships and God and life...it was wonderful. I'm pretty sure our waiter hated us, but the cooks that served our food were hilarious and very sweet. We stayed even longer over dessert and tea and just got to hang out and talk. Pretty great.
By this time, my poor little camera Bert was dying slowly but surely, because apparently I have absolutely no concept of rationing my battery throughout the day. Thus, the few nighttime Times Square pictures I was able to snap as we walked back were done very quickly. Guys, Times Square is pretty spectacular at night. I wish I could have captured it better.