Don't worry. I had my rain jacket on.

So I lied about writing an entry for all of you during the day. I'm a liar, and I don't care. You guys don't want to get addicted to reading my stories, anyway. Sure, the lifestyle of reading my blog looks glamorous now. But just wait until you can't stop. It can turn ugly pretty fast. And I would never want that to happen to any of my readers. You all mean the world to me. I can't let the joy I bring you each day also become your misery. But I do have a story for you tonight. It's a pretty good one, I think. It didn't happen too long ago, either. Just over the summer, in fact. So I guess I'll quit talkin' about doing it, and actually do it! I'm pretty tired, anyway. I need to get down to business.

Alright, so this summer I was invited on a trip to New York City with Christian and his family. And being the big city guy that I am, I quickly accepted that invitation. So after stopping for some lovely pizza at a local Danbury pizzeria, we started driving south-west towards the Big Apple. It was a pretty nice drive, and we decided to park in a nice little parking garage close to where we were finishing off our day. Then we hopped on the subway to Midtown. All this time Christian's mother and I were walking at a brisk pace, weaving skillfully through the crowd. This was not so much the case with Christian and his father. They were sauntering along, falling prey to street vendors and crosswalks. It was a shameful display, but we couldn't just leave them behind. Eventually, we got to some hotel. I'm not sure if we were there for any other reason than to use the bathroom, but we didn't stay long. Then we made our way to the Intrepid museum. I don't know if you know this, but Christian is a huge plane/war/warplane nerd. Back in the old days, I was also that kind of nerd. Mostly through Christian's influence. Christian's dad is also a big nerd when it comes to planes. He builds model planes all the time. I kind of grew out of my war and plane phase, but by that, I really just mean I don't know all of the neat facts I used to. I'm still really into planes, but I don't know about them so much. It's not like I'm going to college to become an official oil changer for planes like Christian is. But anyway, we were all pretty stoked to be headed to the Intrepid museum. Now to clear things up, the Intrepid museum is an air, space, and sea museum inside of an old, decommissioned aircraft carrier. So the four of us go in the museum and are instantly hit with the familiar aroma of old naval vessel. We were quite used to it from our Boy Scouting Days camping out on the USS Massachusetts. So Christian, his dad, and I were like kids in a candy shop going from exhibit to exhibit and just generally nerding out. Christian's mom was being a trooper through it all. Then we got up to the top deck where they had the majority of the planes on display. The sun was beating right down on top of us, but we were still psyched to check out all of the planes. Christian's mother took this time to head back to Midtown to do hip, New York things with her daughter who was living in New York City at the time. She had had enough of us dorks. So we walked around the top deck, and checked out an old plane that some volunteers and employees were refurbishing for a display. Christian's dad took this time to really show off his plane knowledge, and him and one of the volunteers went on talking about planes for awhile. But eventually, the conversation broke down and we continued perusing the deck. After checking out pretty much everything, we went on two of the worst 3D simulators I've ever been on. Only one of them simulated being on a plane. The other was a "cosmic rollercoaster." They were both pretty bad. Then we saw some movie about the Intrepid, and finally made our way to the gift shop. Nothing in there was really all that interesting. I was hoping for some really over the top shirt with a plane on it, but they didn't have any of those, unfortunately. So we left with nothing but maps of the museum and pairs of 3D glasses. With the Intrepid done, we headed back to Midtown to meet up with Christian's mom. Now keep in mind, it was me and the two guys that didn't really know how to get around in New York City. But I eventually saved the day and got us to where we needed to be. And what were we greeted with once we got there? A six pack of Crumbs Cupcakes. Hell yeah! So many great flavors, too. Grasshopper, Cappuccino, Coconut... I was in heaven. So the four of us made short work of those. Then it was back to the subway. We were headed uptown for our dinner reservation. We were still early when we got uptown, so we walked around for a bit. We sat down in some park, and watched a woman change her child's diaper in the most awkward way I've seen. But hey. She was getting the job done. Who am I to judge? But all those crappy diapers really got us in the mood to eat. So we walked a couple blocks to where we were going for dinner. And this completely makes up for all the nerdy things we had done on the Intrepid. Because we were having dinner at Smoke. Smoke is a jazz club/fancy-ish restaurant. And we all know there is nothing cooler to do than hang out at jazz clubs in New York City. So we chilled out for a couple hours, I ate some delicious ravioli for dinner, and an amazing pear tart for dessert. We watched the house big band play. They were spot on. Great musicians, and some really great solos. We also picked up this four CD set the restaurant was selling. Then we headed back to the car, and made our way back to Connecticut. We listened to the CD set on the way back, and from what we heard, it was pretty great. Overall, it was a pretty great trip. There was planes, cupcakes, dirty diapers, jazz... The works, really. Definitely an A+ outing with the Eggers family.

Well I hope that story made up for the one I didn't give you last night. And if it didn't, then maybe you should stop being so difficult to please. My life has only been so interesting. And I can only bend the truth so much before my stories become unbelievable. I try my best to please all of you readers out there. Alright, well I'm bushed (I don't believe I've ever used that term for tired before) so I'm going to go downstairs and sleep in the basement where I belong. Halloween is coming up this Saturday, guys! Tell me what all of you guys are going to be for All Hallow's Eve. Maybe I'll make a humorous post about it! Alright, see you cats, tomorrow!