New York for the 29th
Start spreading the news. Jocelyn surprised me for my birthday and booked a trip to New York for the weekend. I have to admit I wasn't too excited when she first told me, which was really stupid of me, but there were a lot of things I was already planning on doing during the up coming weekend. We were going to go to the State Fair, my family reunion and another party Evraets was having. But once I started thinking about it I got really exited and felt bad for my initial reaction. So I spent my 29th weekend in NY. If I were a NY street I would be about the Chelsea. If I could only be a village steet again. We left on Thursday after work and as our luck would have we woke up Thursday morning to terrorists being arrested in London who were planning to blow up planes with "liquids and gels". If I never hear that phrase again in my life I'll be happy. We were going to carry everything on but we had to check our bags with our toiletries for safety concerns. Security wasn't bad in Milwaukee but the security in NY and some storms had all flights running late. We had a couple push delay announcements but finally after a flight transfer to a different airport, and 40 minutes sitting on the runway, we made it three hours late. We took a cab to the Upper East Side to meet Leigh Anne at George Keeley's. Her boyfriend is a bartender there and we were staying with them for the weekend. We spent the night there drinking beers and hanging out until four. We got a ride to Brooklyn from James. The women went to bed and James and I ended up staying up until almost six talking and drinking martinis. Once I saw the sun come up I told James I had to get to sleep. Friday we woke up about ten and headed to Jersey City to say hello to my old boss. We stopped into HCI and talked to Israel for about an hour. It was good to see him again and reminisce about some of my time in JC. We left HCI and headed down to Oddfellow's to get some jambalaya. We got to the doors of OFs only to discover it had been shut down. What a HUGE disappointment because I was looking forward to reliving one of the many many meals we had eaten there. Instead we ended up eating at the Mexican place next door. We had some good burritos and headed to the village. We started by stopping at Chumley's which was an old speakeasy. There was no one there but the cleaning crew and they were very nice and let us stop for a beer even though they weren't open. We sat there and absorbed the history of the joint while watching the cleaners' little girl run around the place. After Chumley's we went…