After a song fuelled goodbye to Chris we let the GPS fuck us over yet again and eventually found the airport. First flight was to Houston and took about 30 minutes then we had an hour way before our surprise bonus flight to Orlando. Fuck do these pilots suck, worst landings ever with mucho turbulence to boot. It’s quite a rollercoaster ride to fly in this country. Finally landed at Long Island with a landing so bad that the entire plane applauded their luck at surviving. When we stepped out we discovered it was a crisp -2 degrees with out the windchill factor. We found our driver with his little sign and got in the macking Escalade for the drive to NYC. Damn glad I wasn’t driving as the traffic on the expressway was insane.
We came in over the Williamsburg bridge to an incredible twilight view of the skyline stretching up the Hudson river. New York is a big, big, ugly beautiful city. Our accomodation was fucked up as walked in to a room with one double bed. Not perfect for four people! So I went and tried to sort it out and we ended uup with two single beds, a couch and a blanket on the floor. After grumbling about the fuck ups we went and found a restaurant in Little Italy and got stuck in to some vodka infused pasta. Mo split back to the the hotel and we headed over to the bar across the street. Lo and behold they had Coopers Pale!! They may not of known to roll it but at least it was real beer for a change. We headed back after a few to our beds/floors in the horribly windy cold.
