Irony is the Shackles of Youth

You can tell that your hotel is in a classy part of town when just a few doors down there is a male strip club with a show called HunkOMania. I especially love how they stress the high level of "audience participation" in the show.

In other news, I am so glad I do not live in New York City. If I did, I would eat out for every single meal and be broke and huge. Because man, the food here is good.

EDIT: I have to add this bit of conversation.

Tsaiko: Because I'm that kind of person, I found the HunkOMania website.
Miome: Oh wow.
Tsaiko: Tickets are only $25 if you buy on line. Which is cheap, if you think about it.
Miome: They probably expect you to spend your money in others ways once you're in.
Tsaiko: Yeah. Spend it in the form of ones.

I'm going to New York City in less than five days. I have packed or planned nothing except to get myself a hotel room and arrange to get there.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Today we went out to The Cloisters because I have wanted for years to see the unicorn tapestries. I was not disappointed. Everything out there was awesome. I loved looking at all the medieval architecture and art. Although let me tell you, there was a couple of little kids that I can only describe as hellions that should not have been there. I am all for kids being exposed to art, but only when they are not running and screaming through the rooms while the parents try to pretend that it's not their hellspawn nearly taking out have the exhibits instead of actually parenting.

After The Cloisters, miome and I went to The Russian Tea Room and had high tea. That was awesome, though Miome insists that the Russian Tea Room in Chicago is better. I will have to see.

We are probably going to stay in tonight, though I might try and convince Miome to walk down to a Starbucks with me. Tomorrow is Wicked on Broadway and maybe Carnegie Deli. I don't know what we'll be doing on Monday, except hopping the train back home.

We are in New York at our hotel. Our room is tiny and I've already made the joke that Spiderman would no trouble knocking on our window given the giant ledge outside. We got in late because our train broke down somewhere in Pennsylvania. But we are here now. I have no idea what we are going to do today: we haven't planned that far ahead. Maybe hunt down the drunk idiots who woke us up at 4am with their loud, giggly conversation in the hallway. We have the camera and so will have pictures. This is going to be awesome.

I have the tickets for Wicked booked.

I have Amtrak tickets booked.

Tomorrow, after I am paid, I will book the hotel room.

I'm taking miome to New York for her birthday!

I will try not to use too much of this time gathering information to write Young Avengers fic.