10 pictures are worth 10,000 words

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I'm still resting off my trip via a long, lazy weekend, so here are some pictures instead of words.


Second only to the Statue of Liberty when it comes to Classic Tourist Shots, I'm sure.


AK and Tommy at the Cornelia Street Cafe.


Me and AK at the same cafe, full of omelets and mimosas on a rainy Saturday.


My friend and co-worker Bill makes us brunch in Hoboken.

My baby loves a good skyline.


And a semi-eroding train station.


My co-workers Chris and Nicole share a tense moment.


Okay, not really.


Just another day in Washington Square Park (is it just me, or does the person behind the bear look like a weird combination of Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake?).


Suddenly I felt under-dressed.

Comments

Claire said…
yeah- my brain is short circuiting a bit at the Britney-JT morph.

And suddenly I want a fake bear cape for myself-looks snuggly. I'll chalk it up to my desire to hibernate this afternoon.
May 29, 2007 at 1:55 PM
Cheryl said…
All of the above can be found at the Legalize Dance festival--the cause seems a little silly, but you can't beat the costumes.
May 30, 2007 at 11:49 AM
Anonymous said…
dude, I snortled in one long string of snorts throughout this post. i especially loved the tense/not really! series....ok no, the dragonsong lady on rollerblades takes the cake.
June 26, 2007 at 11:06 PM
Cheryl said…
There was another (plain-clothed) girl on rollerskates nearby who fell down near the dragonsong/mermaid lady. When people gathered around the fallen skater, she shooed them away saying, "Look at the mermaid! Just look at the mermaid!"
June 27, 2007 at 11:46 AM
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