We adore New Yawk, so it was all too exciting to know we’d be able to mix bidness with pleasure and celebrate our 32nd anniversary in one of our favorite cities.
First order of the day was to get a cart dog. This is a staple for every tourist – food of the Gods – that makes life worth living. And cart dogs are only good in NY.
The we did something I’ve always wanted to do – rent bikes and ride through Central Park. That was a blast. Should you come to NY, you must do this. The park is simply gorgeous – though my bum hip thought otherwise.
So after riding our bikes, we got a cannoli in the Park – another gift from the Gods.
But after working so hard, we needed a beer. So we commandeered a bar and much mirth was had by all.
We were so busy appreciating our Priceness that we stumbled across the Naked Cowboy. He’s…ah…very fit.
A gent decided he’d parlay the Cowboy’s popularity and hand out free hugs. The baby daughter (who graduates from San Francisco State and just got accepted to Boston University for grad school – criminal justice) decided she’d collect one. He wanted to hug her for a loooong time.
We finally hobbled on home after a long, fun day and ordered Italian takeout and drank with impunity. Word is the beagle is ticked off she was left at home. I told her it was her fault for starting a company.
In all, we had a fabulous anniversary. Sweetcheeks, you’re the ying to my yang, the zip to my zap, the hoo to my ha. I’d marry you all over again.