Well eventually we find our way out of New York without the help of our GPS, who we'll call Daniel. Daniel has an English accent and really really wants to go to New Jersey. Peter doesn't want to go to New Jersey, he wants to go to Middlebury and he wants to go over the Tappan Zee Bridge to do it. After re-calculating our trip for the tenth time Daniel finally gives up, goes for a spot of tea and a nap. Peter thinks maybe Daniel would like to go for a swim in the Hudson River.
We had an absolutely wonderful time in the city. Cailin, Grady and I got to see folksinger Tracy Grammer at a house concert which was atttended by thirty people. There was a potluck supper beforehand (we brought Cheddar Ale Soup) and then we got to sit in the ground floor living room of a beautiful home in Brooklyn and listen to one of the sweetest singing voices I have heard. Along with a hefty portion of overweight lesbians and balding men with pigtails. But I'll leave the audience to Grady and Cailin to review. Along with pictures.
Cailin stayed the night at Grady's apartment, partyng no doubt with wild and crazy roommates Spencer and Rob. I managed to navigate the New York subway system back to Lauren and Ken's apartment in time to see the last two minutes of the Steelers / Jets football game. Rex Ryan very sad. Ken very happy. Ken stop dancing. No really, Ken stop dancing, I have to go to bed. After a good nights sleep I drive my car back to Grady's apartment to pick-up Cailin and Grady for breakfast in a Brooklyn diner (more cwoffee sweetie?) Props to Daniel who did a fantastic job handling my commute.
Love you all. Peace. Peter
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