New York, New York

It's a wonderful town.  Flight scheduled for four-and-a-half hours ended up taking nine due to donder and blitzen in New Joisey.  We were re-routed to Syracuse where we parked on the tarmac with no drink cart and seemingly no air conditioning for a couple hours.  Newark airport Cabbie stiffed us for an extra ten bucks - usual Welcome Wagon For Bumpkins, I guess.  K didn't like the Bada Bedford Hotel.  Kinda old, kinda dingy, but whaddyawant for two hunnert bucks a night?  Was really in a great location, East 40th St twixt Lexington and Park Aves, a mere block from Grand Central.

We went around the corner to Scottie's 24 Hour Deli for a late bite, as the stews had hidden the snack tray with the drink cart, and that didn't improve K's mood at all.  Can't recommend Rude Scottie's.  Late to bed, NY time, and she's up at 5:30 prepping for an all day and half of the night seminar.  I trundle off for her Starbucks and my Times.  It gets better.