11/19

This city smells like hot dogs and mini-cigars. The lights look like a fire works show frozen in time. We crossed the cathedral-ic Brooklyn Bridge to fold some pizza in half, as grease dripped down our arms.
Miss Savannah and I wandered the city in every direction from the 23rd floor apartment where we've been staying with Subarubahs's cousin and his parents. This little family is SO New York. The way Michael and his mom bicker with thier accents and unreasonable volume. Love it!
Sav fell asleep and I got to know Michael. He brought this strange new notion to my attention: we think of people in labs as these introverted nerds who while away their stiflingly dull lives working out equations and making compounds and but they are actually adventurerers and adreneline junkies like the people you see playing with deadly snakes or extreme ironing. See, the folks in these labs are taking their lives into their own hands. If they breathe one molecule of this whatnot, get one drop of this something on their skin, it can kill them or seriously fuck a motherfucker up! Lab work, rather than bungee jumping, is the truly extreme pass time.
We decided to find a fountain to jump into. I found out on the bare-foot walk over wet pavement that Mike had been struck by lightning, twice! He had been stabbed, yes, but he also was one of those kids who spent his school year in Manhattan and his Summers in their "other" home in Pennsylvania, so, maybe it all balances out ;) We got to the fountain, only to find that it dry, but the night was not lacking in new experiences; Michael just pickeked me up and carried me across a street! I've nevr felt so light and downright petite!
We grabbed some sorbet and fought sleep in the living room for a while, while discussing the tattoos we someday want.
I fell asleep dreaming of NOLA and of what wonders the next day in NYC would hold. I love Savannah cuddles...