NY Wrap Up

Remember how I said that MoMA wasn't going to be any better than the Guggenheim? Well, I was right. In spades. Friday afternoons/evenings are FREE at MoMA, so it was an absolute fucking madhouse. It was super crowded and it was hard to really see anything. I felt badly for the boys because there was some things there they would have normally enjoyed. At least I got a pick of the HB in front of a Jackson Pollack, which is not my desktop background.

The wife was concerned that the airport was going to be a zoo on Saturday morning, so we left about 3 hours before our flight. Even though it was raining, we made every light on the way to La Guardia, there was no traffic, and no lines at tickets counter or security. This gave Mr. United Airlines one more chance to fuck with us.

Of course, they couldn't guarantee that the four of us could go stand-by to make an earlier flight through Chicago (strangely, they didn't even offer to put us through Denver). Then, we had to ASK them to put our four seats together (for the 3rd time in 3 legs). Then, we get to the gate and there's been a change of equipment. They put us two and two behind each other, which is fine, except the put the boys, who are minors, in the emergency row, so we had to swap with them. All this AND a 3 hour layover in Chicago. Hm...wonder why they went bankrupt.

All in all, we all had a good time on the trip. We've pretty much done everything in the big town with the boys, so I can't imagine us taking them there again. I would like to go back with the wife and stay downtown, eat at good restaurants and hear some jazz. Maybe sometime soon.