Spouse and I took the dinosaurs and went to New York for our anniversary.
“Wait,” you say, “took the dinosaurs?”
Yep. Because dinosaurs need vacation too.
Okay, this all came about because I ran across a Facebook photo of two plastic dinosaurs looking out the window of an airplane, captioned: “Vacation is more fun with dinosaurs.” Yes, thought I, vacation is more fun with dinosaurs. So I called them out of the jungle that is our yard (you can see them here, climbing the steps into the house), threw them into my carry-on bag, and away we went.
They were such good dinosaurs, too. They patiently waited in line for the security check-in. They sat quietly in their seat for the plane ride. They helped us get our luggage off the carousel once we arrived at La Guardia. They suffered quietly in my handbag during the madcap taxi ride from the airport to the hotel. (Everything they tell you about New York cab drivers is the absolute truth.)
Once we got to the hotel, the dinos inspected the lobby for us. We arrived well ahead of check in time due to our 6 AM flight out of Atlanta, so the hotel kindly agreed to store our luggage for us until later in the day, and we set out to find some food.
About three blocks down the street from the hotel, we found a little diner and had ourselves a late breakfast. Over our meal, we discussed what to do with the rest of the day. We were booked on a bus tour at 4:00 that afternoon, and had nearly six hours to kill. Out came the little map of Manhattan the hotel thoughtfully provided us. The place where we needed to board the bus tour was at 43rd and Broadway. We were currently at 103rd and Broadway. “Hey,” we thought. “We have so much time to kill; let’s just walk down there and see the city along the way!”
Famous. Last. Words.
Thirty blocks later, I was tired. By the time we reached Times Square, I was dead tired. After wandering around Times Square and the theatre district for several hours, I was ready to kill something. But I persevered, and more than once just insisted that I needed to sit down to rest, so we made it through until it was time for our tour.
The Tour was fun. It led by a personable tour guide who told horrible cheesy jokes, and bantered back and forth with the bus. Yes. The bus. It was a “talking bus”, meaning it had a couple of dozen canned responses that an operator pulled up in response to things the tour guide said. Hokey as it could possibly be, but enjoyable. We toured mainly in lower Manhattan and had various sights pointed out to us, like St. Patrick’s Cathedral and the Empire State Building, Radio City Music Hall, Columbus Circle (which we had already walked through), and lots more. It helped us figure out where things were that we wanted to see AND got us off our feet for a couple of hours.
After the bus tour, we wandered around Times Square a little more, found some food, and ran into Daniel Craig outside the Wax Museum. I had my picture taken with him. I even held his hand. (I can die happy now.)
By then, though, I was utterly worn out, and spouse said, “Why don’t we take the subway back?”
“Honey, I am way too exhausted to even think about learning to navigate the subway today.”
So we acted like we were guests of one of the hotels near Times Square and had a bellman hail us a cab. Back we went to the Upper West Side and our real hotel, where we collected our luggage, checked in, and collapsed on the bed in our room at 6:30 PM and didn’t move until the next morning. We didn’t even eat dinner.
(More New York adventures and pictures to come. Stay tuned!)