After arriving back in Chicago from Melbourne on Monday night
Not much more than 24 hours later, I did what any insane biatch would do
I got up at 2:30am and headed back to the airport
And got on another plane

And flew to New York
See that dot in the middle?
That’s the Statue Of Liberty right tharr!

I had a meeting-slash-appointment that was kinda important
That I couldn’t get out of
Believe me, I tried

Anyhoo
I chose to make lemon-vodka-shots out of lemons
And planned to make the most of having a day in New York

The work stuff was over way faster than expected
And not because I fell asleep *ahem*
So that left me with a few hours before my flight home



I walked around seeing a few of the sights
I believe they call it sight-seeing?
I was getting the hang of it
Even when my legs got the occasional jetlag sway, and my eyes wouldn’t stay open
I made it to Rockefeller Plaza

Trump Tower

Saw a tourist bus that I couldn’t find the place to buy tickets for

Then I found this bad boy
New York GOLD

And the line to get some of this tucker made my decision to eat here easy

Verdict – awesome
Even with the sauce stained scarf and onion breath it left me

Took lots of pics
Wished I had a ‘big girl’ camera, so I could’ve looked all professional ‘n’ shit
And maybe ended up with better pics

Especially of Central Park (above)
And Times Square

But I came to the conclusion that it would have been a bastard to carry
And I would have either dropped it or lost it
Even tried to be like the cool kids and put me IN a pic
By taking it myself
You know you’re a shitty photographer when you can’t even get YOURSELF to look at the camera

Cool background though
Of fuck-knows what
So my New York minute
Actually it was 480 minutes
Was quick
Productive, hopefully
And wore me the fuck out
The upside?

A second lot of WECOME HOME hugs in as many days, from my babies