brad and i went to new york city {say it with me: NEW YORK CITY!?} for a little get-a-way for our second anniversary.
truth: brad loves WWE {that's wrestling for my blog friends who only know vintage and chevron} and they just happen to be having wrestlemania {superbowl of wrestling} there when we were looking at going. i REALLY was dying for a new york trip. wrestlemania one night? where do i sign up? love seeing my love happy, and boy is happy when there is wrestling involved so...what's a gal to do? other than pack her bags and buy some new white jeans for the city that never sleeps.
we also did lots of other fun things there: central park, museums, shows!!!!!, matt, hoda, dr. oz!, friends, ate good food...walked, walked and walked. blisters, blisters, blisters.
i am
soooooo not a new yorker.
by day two i was totally rocking the skinny jeans
with my tennis shoes.
it was a wonderful trip with many highlights.
unfortunately, the standing ovation of highlights ended up at laguardia airport.
after sitting on the runway for 2+ hours trying to get home wednesday night, they cancelled our flight.
cancelled our flight out of new york city.
at midnight.
the next flight left at 6:20 am on thursday.
so guess where we spent our last night in the city that never sleeps? the airport, and we never slept.
how appropriate.
you got the last laugh new york.
