Our last day in the city was really just a half a day because we had to drive the kids up to my brothers house for the night and make it back in for Craig Ferguson. There were still a bunch of places we wanted to get to but we had to narrow it down to a few. I also had recharged my camera battery so I was set to go.This sign popped out at me as we went to get on the Weehawken Ferry. You can never really get away from Maine.
Of course, we went here. It was Saturday so it was deserted. They had been in reruns the week before so we couldn't try for tickets. I still wanted to stop by and show the kids.
This awning just taunts me. I should be working there. I should have had more of a plan in life instead of just happening into things. We should have moved to New York when we were young and stupid. It seems too late now. Anyway...
We only had time for one other stop. We got on the subway across from Letterman and it was the only time I was a little scared. It was too deserted except for the homeless guy living there who was clearly hearing voices.
Declan was obsessed with going to the top of the Empire State building. It would have cost almost $100 dollars for all four of us to go up. Grace had no interest in it so Tim took him up while Grace and I waited at street level.
Problem was, we only had one phone with us so we couldn't keep in touch and had no idea how long it would take them to get back. Turns out-it took them 2 hours. Grace and I spent a very boring 2 hours hovering outside of the building. We bought some postcards and ate at Wendys. It's really time for Tim to get his own phone.
We had to head back so we went back to the ferry. I had to get a picture of the billboard on their front. It's hard to make out but it shows the plane that landed in the Hudson surronded by our ferries rescuing passengers. A few days after we got back home, we were watching a documentary on it. Turns out, this rescue happened right in front of our hotel. Nothing this exciting happened while we were there though.
So, the kids trip to NYC was over. They both loved it. I'm going to encourage them to move there when they grow up so we can visit them. Tim and I still had to make one more trip in. Craig Ferguson started at 7pm and we had to drive an hour and back to drop the kids off at my brothers for the night. We planned it out but didn't figure on huge traffic on a Saturday afternoon.
This is the Jersey Turnpike. It was 3 miles from our hotel and it took us half an hour to get to this point. The cars were barely moving and no one seemed to be in any sort of lane. It actually cleared up a little after this and my brother lives in cow country so there was much less traffic. We dropped the kids off after I pried Grace's hands off me and we hightailed it back. We got back, changed in 30 seconds and grabbed our tickets.
It took us some more time to get there than we thought. Guess we should have figured it would be hard to catch a cab on a Saturday night. I sort of felt like we were on The Amazing Race. In the end, we were only 15 minutes late making it to Carnegie Hall. All we missed was most of the opening act so I was fine with that.
Here is the one picture of him I managed. People were taking all sort of pictures but I felt like I would get in trouble. He was awesome as always. We breathed the same air for a while.
We ate afterwards near Times Square and then we went back. We should have stayed later but we were drained at that point. I tried to get some pictures from the top of the ferry but it moved so much everything turned blurry.
He ended his show like this so I'll end my post with it. I love when he sings...