PBR is for TOTS.

I love New York City. Just the anticipation of arriving at Penn Station and walking up and out to be greeted by street vendors, yellow cabs and the Empire State building. Nothing compares.

I don't have the words - or patience for that matter - to discuss and describe and review the last 36 or so hours of life. I couldn't really ask for anything more or anything less. Good company, good tunes, good times.

Unfortunately for that girl on the train, we'll be laughing at her expense for the next year or so.

Poor girl. Lucky us.