started with a cold.
DAY 2
started in Brooklyn.
Our first stop: The Museum of Natural History. (the Night at the Museum place)
This is the Mayan god, Bat In Da Cave. Ancient peoples would perform this ritual and make a wish.
Rachel's mission while in NY was to take a picture with a "Jew with curls". Mission Failed. It turns out Jews don't like to take pictures with offensive tourists.
If you watch Real Housewives of NY, you know where this is.
We went in and met Jill's two step sons, who opted not to be in the show. The other brother was ugly, so we opted him not to be in our picture. (This was the closest thing we found to a celebrity.)
Ate lunch at a Mexican/Chinese Restaurant.
On our way to Soho we found some real NY firefighters...
and a mullet on a stick. Delicious.
After shopping we stopped at Times Square.
Brittney had never seen anything so wonderful!
I heart Pink Berry... a lot.
DAY 3
The goal this day was to fulfill Brittney's dream of riding tandem bikes through Central Park... but first I needed to stop by the upper east side to get a PB&J sandwich from the Peanut Butter Co., some cupcakes from Magnolia's and to see Carrie Bradshaw's apartment. (My leg looks broken.)
Our little hearts were crushed when we finally got to Central Park, and all they had were cruisers. We smiled through our disappointment and went on to survive the bike ride from hell. None of us realized how long and hilly that ride would be. We were all nice and greasy for the rest of the day.
But it was worth it. Central Park is even prettier in person.
Then we jumped in a cab and drove to 30 ROCK 
where I was finally able to sit down and dress my wounds. Converse: not good for lots of walking.
After chillin at the Gossip Girl hotel, I finished the last of my cupcakes and headed over to the Jimmy Fallon Show.
We were sneaking pictures backstage at The Jimmy Fallon Show. These were very dangerous pictures to take. Camera Nazi's were confiscating cameras right and left. (not really) We did get on TV. They got me trying to poke Rachel Ray's butt after she dissed Brittney's Hi-Five. Rachel Ray's a jerk. 
We went to dinner at Pop Burger and ate tiny little hamburgers made by tiny little people. (This is the closest thing I have to a drunken clubbing picture.) 
Some West Side Luv (also a dangerous picture to take) 
DAY 4
Breakfast was pizza and bagels served on a dirty subway.
We hopped on a crowded Ferry and set off for our next adventure. No one wanted to sit by me. Rude.
Some pictures of me:
NY skyline plus a sexy pose...
me being adorable...
doing the robot.
The Statue of Liberty was off da hook
Ground Zero. Even while looking at it in person, I still couldn't grasp the utter devastation of what happened there. 
Flying over Manhattan... nah man, just kidding. It's the Empire State Building. 
I'm getting bored of this post
View from the top.
Little Italy. Is anyone still reading this?
A fabulous "authentic" Italian restaurant in Little Italy, fully owned and operated by Mexicans. 
At last we were back in Brooklyn and ready to go home,
but not without taking one last stupid picture.
Although my NY dream of being on Cash Cab went unfulfilled, this was the funnest vacation ever. Thanks to Brittney, Rachel, April and little Teressa. And a special thanks to Luke for making it all possible and for not getting mad when he found out there was only 53 cents in the bank account. I love you honey!
The End
A special reward for those of you who read the entire post.
On the plane ride to New York, Brittney asked for my funniest knock, knock, joke. Here it is...
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
I farted
That's a funny joke. We told it a lot.
