Our first stop upon arrival was Central Park, where we could stretch our legs and let the sun help us with jet lag
A close up of the fountain.
Eloise taking a break at the promenade. The saxaphone player sucked, by the way.
She's not the only one who deserves a break.
She thought the carousel was silly. At first. Daddy's always right.
I think I won by two lengths.
A nice shot of Central Park and CPW.
A tree. The arch at Washington Square. The Empire State Building whispering in the background. Art? Of course. Genius? Probably.
Sure is busy here in the big city.
Uptown from atop the Empire State Building.
Downtown from atop the Empire State Building. The Blue Sky's a poppin'!
We met my friend Ari at Rockefeller Center. We picked up right where we left off.
Arthur's Tavern. The most fun you can have in a cramped space.
My buddy Jeff came in from Stamford to make us four. The magical party number.
I don't know what to say about this photo except that we were having fun.
Even with a stupid face, I'm the best looking one in the shot. Am I right?
Now, just the men.
She loves me.
The next day Elo and I went to a Yankees game. Where it snowed and we left before the start of the 7th. Really. It was brutal.
Jeff was there, too. He'll back us up.
Groundskeepers doing Y.M.C.A. My second favorite Yankees tradition, right behind being in the bleachers while the Dominicans and Puerto Ricans shout each other down all game.
Elo tries to blend in at a hip downtown cafe.
I almost pull off the total blend. I would have pulled it off if not for that damn counter.
NYC is expensive! Let's dash.
