Since the bus from Asstown, NJ (I guess it’s also known as Secaucus) arrives at the Port Authority in Manhattan, Times Square in particular and midtown in general ended up being the starting point for most non-con adventures. I’m sort of out of my element there, being more at home in the 20s and below, but there is of course Midtown Comics on 40th, and Brenna’s guidebook found us a place at which we could eat delicious brick oven pizza. We visited the Empire State Building, which offered a variety of excellent lines for our standing pleasure, but since we happened to arrive at the observatory just as the sun was setting and lights were coming on everywhere we didn’t mind so much.

Johan, Meg, and Noah joined us in Chinatown, where I hadn’t been since I worked at Globix over the summer. We ate ourselves silly on amazing soup dumplings at Shanghai and I finally got to try green tea ice cream, so really I think the whole endeavor can be called a success. Plus I got to stop by Aji Ichiban, where they sell the crazy fruit-filled marshmallows I love so much.

I’m now scrambling to finish some of the work that didn’t get done over the weekend (although there’s less remaining than I’d anticipated) and appreciating the complexly layered blistering that my feet have developed. I had thought my boots were thoroughly broken in, since I’ve been wearing them for five god damned years, but clearly I was mistaken.