New York City Spring Break

My Dad took off of work on Monday so that he could spend the day with us in the big scary city. He was confident that he could find this train station that could take us into the city from New Jersey. He didn't have directions, so we drove around until we just decided to drive into the city. Anyone who has ever been there would tell you that this is a mistake. Manhattan is a tiny island with millions of people, and the only way to get there is over the bridges or through the tunnels. We chose the George Washington Bridge because it was the closest bridge from where we were at the time.

This was my 1st time in New York City so right away you have to forgive me for being photo happy. Everything that I've seen about NYC on TV and in the movies was true. Buildings were really tall and the streets were tiny and congested. There is no room for growth because there is no land available for NYC to expand, so they just expand upwards. This causes a problem because people cannot expand upwards like buildings do, so they crowd the streets and cause mayhem. It sure is one crazy city.

We went to Rockefeller Center while Dad looked for a parking spot. We had a whole lot of time to goof around because it is nearly impossible to park anywhere in NYC. Thankfully they have a decent public transportation system and more cabs than any other city in the world. Most of the landmarks you'll see in these pictures will be very recognizable, because NYC is often the focal city in many American films and TV shows. If I tried to name the movies that have filmed here at the ice rink in Rockefeller Plaza, then I wouldn't have any room left to type. We took turns taking each other's pictures in front of the rink because our goal during this trip was to look like total tourists and to not fit in at all.

I forgot that I was wearing my Iceman nametag. After a random night of wearing this sweatshirt, most likely at beer pong, I attached this tag to my jacket because it was in my pocket. As I was standing there overlooking the ice, a random passerby started asking me ice questions like "how much maintenance do you do to keep this ice skate-able?" I'm not making this up. He asked me a few more questions before I explained to him that I wasn't this ice's Iceman. If I was quick enough, I would have filled his head with ludicrous nonsense, causing him to go back home and spread lies about ice surfaces and cleaning techniques. I wish I still had the improvisational skills that I honed during my year-long tenor as a member of the Wauwatosa East Comedy Sportz team during my senior year at East. I totally would have had him.