New York: Day 2

Just to summarize the vocab I have learned so far:

Trendy: Overly-priced drinks and/or food in an environment that either attempts to look antiquated or supremely modern.

Chill: The complete opposite of California's version. Chill means that the place in which you are to attend is infested with guys who jerk off to the most recent issue of Wall Street Journal. It is an unwritten code that to be part of said "chill"scene, one must abandon blue jeans, shirts without collars, Vans and hoodies, and replace with button-down shirts, shiny black shoes, and ties are preferable. These people also boast of their great wealth and don't take kindly to any joke and/or comment regarding Bear Stearns, which leads us to the next phrase.

So New York: This is simply code for, "Caution: Douchebags inside. If you do not wear your full protective gear (button-down shirts, shiny black shoes and preferably a tie) then enter at your own risk."

DAY 2. So we wake up late today, like 9:30. We immediately head to the ferry for the Statue of Liberty. We get into line at 11. After purchasing "standby" tickets, we look for a coffee shop. I ask a kindly fellow if he knows a good one around and after some pensive moments he turns and yells, "Hey Pops! You know a good coffee shop around he'e?" This is the stereotype I need to get my day going. His father points us in the right direction.

We get back in line at 11:30. We arrive at the island at 1:45. We walk around, acknowledging its splendor. We see some very attractive young girls, and I offer to take a picture for them. They smile and thank us. I take the picture. I try to make flirtatious conversation, but they are French. One holds up her hand and points to her wedding ring. The other follows suit. Still, I try to ask for their numbers, but they turn and look at the ocean. Who says chivalry is dead?

We board the ferry to Ellis Island. We arrive at Ellis Island. We walk around, take a picture, then leave. By the time we reach land again, it is 3:30. We meander about the city for some time, checkin out the scene and whatnot. Nothing else of substance happens until we go to dinner. Jon's Pizzeria in Times Square. Looks Kind of hokey from the outside, but upon entrance, a completely different world. Summary: Two dudes, obviously not from New York (dressed in hoodies and blue jeans) walk into a relatively nice restaurant. The setting is somewhat romantic, many couples are seated at two-person tables. We are seated in a booth in a corner. To emphasize, we look gay. Thanks Mr Hostman. Anyhow, we order a pizza and a pitcher of some fine Brooklyn lager. The beer is quite good, but the pizza is FANTASTIC. After dinner we scour the streets of Times Square and I think, Vegas ain't got shit on this place. We go back to Sarah's at about midnight. Casey and Kevo have arrived in Long Island and want us to come up there. We go to sleep instead.