

From Manhattan.

Cold ass bitches.

View back towards Manhattan from the ferry.

When you're this cold, you don't care that you look like a douche, you just want to get warm and hold that beanie down to prevent it from blowing off in the epic cold windstorm.

The Lady.


This is how cold it is.

The bay is pretty dirty.
From here we caught the ferry to Lady Ellis Island to check out the Immigration History Museum, which was rad but I won't bore you with the details. It wasn't really anything worth writing home about but really cool to visit and interesting.

Registry Room, Immigration Center/Museum.
From here we checked out Ground Zero, the Brooklyn Bridge, Wall Street and Times Square.


Cheesy Amish Men!

Huge plaque at Ground Zero.

Brooklyn Bridge.

More Cheese!

Trump Building @ Wall Street.

New York Stock Exchange.

George Washington Memorial @ Federal Hall, where he took the oath as first president.

Steam out of the sewer.

Times Square.

Minus Six Degrees C. @ Times Square.

On our way back from dinner... Amazing!
Morty's mate was in town, staying in a studio apt. next to Times Square, so we met up with him for dinner and brews at a place called 123. It's called that cause burgers cost $1, shots cost $2 and beers cost $3. The burgers are small sliders about two bites big and the beers are full mugs off a variety of taps. This place was awesome and continuing with our good luck timing, we got a table almost immediately which is damn rare. We had 6 burgers each and shared a plate of waffle fries and chicken wings, plus a few beers for only $23 each! Then we split to buy 40's and drink in the studio and play cards.

Times Square w/ Morty, Matt & Jimmy.
Drunk and on the way home, Morty and I had to get Rees' from our new favorite pharmacy. They have a self service checkout and while I was paying, I was boxed in by Morty, when he let go of a giant, highly audible fart. I had to wait for my change so I couldn't move and the machine was taking forever. He counted aloud "1, 2, 3..." and then bolted out the door and glared at me through the window like an arsonist, rubbing his hands together with glee, while watching the damage that ensued. I thought I was safe but then it hit me, like a rotten watermelon smashing into my face! I couldn't breath but I was now laughing hysterically, delirious from a good gassing. When I got outside I was wheezing from the laughter and Morty looked like he was going to wet his pants. People from all sides of the street were now looking and staring at us as we tried to make our way down and around the corner towards our hotel. This tomfoolery continued back at the hotel when I got in front of him in the lift and belted one out as soon as the doors slammed shut. Bam mother fucker! In a tight and confined space bitch!
Location:W 23rd St,New York,United States
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