Or so I thought on our way home yesterday:
1. That I probably shouldn’t have had that one last glass of wine at the awesomely cool Tribeca Grand hotel bar because it made me very cranky.
2. Why do many people no longer use the passing lane as, well, a passing lane and insist upon driving in it therefore slowing traffic down to a halt?
3. New York City is so large that it’s even hard to imagine when you’ve driven pretty much from one end to the other. And you can walk for hours and still be in a part that’s considered downtown. And there’s so much to see and to do that even though you’ve walked through Soho, the East Village, Greenwich Village, the Upper East Side, Alphabet City, a small part of Brooklyn, and the Financial District, you’ve barely scratched the surface.
4. Silence is good. As well as the “mix tapes” from a friend in Ireland. How fun is music by people you’ve never heard of?
5. You should really be driving a hybrid car but that doesn’t stop you from giving obnoxious Hummers the finger—even if your mother did teach you to be polite.
6. Running around Brooklyn in high heels, playing “find the person” and sliding down a slide really seemed like a good idea at the time. Honestly, it did.
7. The border people are much nicer on the Canadian side.
8. Travelling truly messes up your sense of days. We got home on Sunday night and watched our usual shows but we both had to keep reminding ourselves that it was Entourage night and not Brotherhood night.
9. I wish I had a camera for all of the cool things I saw on the side of the road.
10. There is a limit to the amount of junk food one can eat.