Just what the doctor ordered - Part 1

Today marks the first day our mini-vacation in NYC. Mind you, it was supposed to be a getaway to New Orleans (please, let's not talk about our luck with hurricanes, ok?) Anyway, as luck would have it, it took us roughly an hour and a half to get from LaGuardia to our hotel since it's Olympus Fashion Week and a special debate of the UN General Assembly leaving Manhattan looking like one very large parking lot.

All that aside, we arrived at our hotel, got a bite to eat and began exploring our immediate area - lower Times Square and Bryant Park. Bryant Park, by the way, was the site of the Olympus Fashion Show. Oh joy.

If nothing else, Manhattan is one of the best people-watching spots on the earth; with OFW right nearby it was the place to be. What's really funny about this, though, is that I doubt you could find any two other people who have less fashion-sense than Sean and me. We could've tripped over Kate Moss or some other model and wouldn't have known the difference. It was almost funny. No matter, we had fun watching the paparazzi and autograph seekers waiting in the wings.

Eating out in Manhattan is wonderful. (Nothing like stating the obvious, eh?) Our first night found us walking a few blocks to Grand Central Station and the MetLife building adjacent to it to Tropica. (We played the tourists in GCS by standing to the side of the great atrium and staring up at the ceiling, which is a beautiful blue background with various constellations drawn upon it with the occasional star lit up.) We had a delicious meal that rivals the best of Rochester restaurants and garnered one superlative after another. Maybe, if I get ambitious enough (and Maia naps long enough) I'll start reviewing restaurants like Sean reviews golf courses. Yeah, I've got time for that.

A nice walk back to the hotel took us by Bryant Park again and we gawked as the last of the fashionistas trailed out of the tent. Ahhh, it's a rough life.