My alarm went off so I could move the van.
In New York you have to move your car a lot.
I drove in circles around Williamsburg for half and hour, until I found a space that would become legal in a few minutes.
I walked out of my way for a good bagel made by good people – an everything wheat bagel with bacon & scallion cream cheese, consumed happily on a Bedford Avenue bench.
While I couch potatoed with The People’s Court, Jim got lost walking Lewdo the toilet-trained dog, in search of the perfect commode.
We all dilly dallied to true crime TV.
It was almost 2.
Determined to redeem our previous pizza experience, slices were moaningly devoured at Driggs Pizzeria.
Yeah, I could eat one of those every day.
So long, New York.
Ya dum numnuts.
Nicole read aloud from A Million Little Mistakes, a Choose Your Own Adventure novel for adults.
We won the lottery, quit our job, lost it all to a jealous ex, worked a caveman sex party, and got clubbed in the head behind a Bennigan’s.
As this tour was teaching us, never quit your job!!!
Our evening off would be spent with Jim’s folks in the Poughkeepsie area.
He gave us as much of a tour as he could on this particular route.
“There’s the Subway that gave me food poisoning.”
It was a hearty home cooked meal.
Roasted peppers, blue potatoes, chicken sausage.
Some white wine, some red wine, some conversation.
As Jim’s dad would say, it was the cat’s ass.
Jim’s folks are pretty rad.
When I fell down the stairs (slippery socks vs. wooden steps), they were the first ones on the scene.
I guess I was pretty excited to watch the latest episode of Mad Men.
So was Jim, who brandished a Pete Campbell rifle while Nicole donned the new Betty Draper fat suit.