Jersey Girl

So after running into the dark Bavarian night from the Fighting Lederhosens, having not crapped in a week, and a little bleary eyed after no sleep and free booze, Sheena clears US customs and realizes she has no ticket home.

Fukkit. Let's Rock.

Hopped the train from Newark "Liberty" International into Manhattan. $15 one way. Sat beside an aging poet type who madly scribbled left handedly into his plain notebook with a black pen. Wondered if he was writing about me.

Late lunch at Grand Central Station. Oyster Bar was closed FCS, so sat at the balcony bar at Michael Jordan's Steakhouse. Had a garlic toast thingy with gorgonzola puddle of creamy dip and side Caesar salad. And a glass of fave Napa bubbly "J".

More time to kill. Keep walking. Grab a newspaper and veg out at the lobby bar at The Roosevelt. Drank with a very famous politician (Not Eliot Spitzer...)








Landed 32 hours after initial expected ETA. Still made it to work on time the next day after 4 hours sleep.