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NYC

My New York City trip was kind of fun. It's a little different there. I went to some of the tourist places, like the Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller Center, like the Top of the Rock, saw the tree and the ice skating rink.  Went to Ground Zero.  Went to see Rent, and Madame what's-her-face's wax museum.  Times Square (Here's a picture of me from the webcam in Times Square.)  Central Park.  Rode the Ferris Wheel inside Toys R' Us at Times Square.  Stood outside TRL that had some rapper I've never heard of on.  Went to shopping on Canal street and a bunch of stores.  Rode the subway.  Saw crazy people. 

I went on the NBC Studio Tour.  Saw the set of Dateline and some daytime shrink talk show, and Saturday Night Live.  I can't believe how small the studio is for that.  Then in the gift shop, I got this.  Yeah yeah!  Don't be jealous. 

My friend's cousin went with me and she wanted a Gucci bag or a Louis Vuitton bag, a fake one obviously.  So we are walking up and down Canal street looking for a vendor that has them.  The vendors say to find someone walking around saying "Gucci" and "Louis Vuitton" because it's illegal to sell them (obviously).  So we couldn't find anyone so she's walking around saying Gucci and Louis Vuitton to random people and finally finds this asian guy.  So he says we have to follow him to the bags.  So we go two blocks or so and hang a left and go into this asian office building kind of place.  It was just a door on a brick building with lots of little rooms in the hallways.  There are like 50 names on the door from doctors to manicurists, most in some asian language.  So he leads us up three flights and down this maze of hallways.  Halfway up the stairs I made my peace with God because I was positive we were going to be killed and butchered and sold to some chinese restaurant.  Anyway, we stop outside this door and she goes in and the man locks the door, locking her in. We stayed outside in the hallway because it was literally a closet and there were like 8 people already in there.  So she comes out with a Fucci (that's what we called it because it was a fake Gucci).  Long story short, with in 24 hours the bag was destroyed.  The strap broke within the first 6 hours.  Then the pull tab on the zipper, and then the zipper (because she was trying to squeeze everything she owned into it).  I haven't seen the bag since we got back.

It's interesting being 35 and going on a trip with 21 year olds.  21 today is like 16 when I was growing up.  The maturity level is non-existent.  And the "I know everything but in reality I have no f*cking clue about real life" levels were through the roof.  Unless it's just the people I went with.  Which might be the case.  I won't go on and on, God knows I want to and could.  Just so you all know that I'm really not just being a dick!

Yeah I'm going to be that old man on the block that yells at the kids to stay off the lawn and gets the flaming bag of poo every Mischief night.  I will probably deserve it too.