Saturday continues after several hours shopping...
Although Emily and I were fairly successful, Hunter was not. There he sat in the little office chair, wedged between the bed and the wall, in our shoebox of a room watching football. He has vowed never to do the art scene in New York. Remember this is a guy who can talk to a wall. Mr. H didn't make a single friend...he always makes a friend wherever he goes. Bless his heart.
OFF TO THE BAR!
Em decided to exercise...bitch. I just wanted to put my feet up for a few minutes. Twenty minutes later, phone rings. They have deep fried Oreos at the bar!!!!
A plate full of fried Oreos with ice cream and a side of milk. Guess who's ass was beside Hunter's? Yep, Emily beat me there. They were so good we ordered another platter.
Shit, shower, shave and we are off to dinner and a show.
The Hershey's store is sooo disappointing but M&M store rocks. CBGBs was putting on some sort of festival which ended with My Morning Jacket performing at the end.
We ate pasta at Trattoria Trecolori. Have eaten here twice before. Not bad and not very expensive.
Off to the show! Yes, that is us. My photographer was slacking on this one.
Our view from the balcony and Hunter's last memory until intermission. Music starts and he nods off every time! The Book of Mormon was hilarious and Em and I loved it...Hunter enjoyed the second half. There was a bellybutton in every seat. I would highly recommend. Warning...it is not politically correct in any way, shape or form. If you are easily offended go at your own risk.
Great first full day. Tomorrow brings bagels, wine, bourbon, and a Mormon (I know!).