Weekend Wrap-Up

Weekends are a time to kick back, relax, and in David's case pick a scab so that it bleeds for 6 hours straight. After David's hemophilia subsided, we had a long weekend of walking in the freezing rain, doing some Holiday shopping, and trying to figure out why our refrigerator smells like a butt.

We did a lot of New York-y things this weekend, and I will never do any of them again. First, we went to Wollman Rink in Central Park for a little ice skating. The rink is owned by Donald Trump, who clearly made his money by cutting corners. To call it skating is being generous. It was more like tripping over crappy ice and crappy people while wearing BLUE PLASTIC rental skates. I guess I was unaware that we would be treated to a show of, "Homeboys on Ice." There were just too many people chillin and too few people actually skating. Trump, I want my $20 back.

The display windows in New York are gorgeous. And filled with things that cost more than my yearly income. Sigh.

Rockefeller Center. It's a big tree. Neat.

We walked no fewer than 50 blocks in search of Buffalo wings. We ended up with these giant wings, straight off the bird. Looking at them makes me want to barf.